[Intro] Okay (This is it), on three [Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yeah, word up, I'm tired of doing this shit (Aight, word) Let's get it, fuck it (Aight, I'ma set it) Let's get it, tell me how you feel, man Yo, son, check the fly shit, son ('Sup cousin, how you doin'?) Yo, baby, check it, man, I got a new connect son, for real, man Fuck all this twenty for a brick shit, man (No doubt) My man got it out of state for fifteen (Yeah) You know what I'm saying? And, yo— You know my man's and them is in VA, they politicking to death, so (Right, right) It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do? (God, God) We gotta move, God, we gotta move, God, we gotta migrate Get the fir— Get the fuck outta New York, you know what I'm sayin'? Bounce, man, start fucking with bigger and better shit, man So you telling me no more big eights, strictly bricks No more, no more, no more, man (Man, I'm with you, I've been waiting, man) No more, God (What's up!) It's the pot of gold right here, man, this is it Man, this is glory (So, yo—), you know what I'm sayin'? The first thing we gotta do, man Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it, man (Right) 'Cause I'm not tryna just be (Right), sitting on, motherfuckin', 200 thou' And acting like I'ma just be a— a drug dealer all my life, son (Nah, nah) I got bigger and better plans, son (No doubt, and we gon' move on, man) And you know I don't be fuckin' with anybody, man Son, long as the love and the trust is there, son, we gon' grow, God (Yo, yo, Tony) We gon' grow like a plant, son Yo, you coming at me like that, son? (For real, son) Come on you know me man (You know my style, son) You know how my heart feels though, God (No doubt) But, yo, God, for real, this is my last time, God I'm hanging this shit up man if this shit don't work right here, God (Word up) You know what I'm sayin'? (I feel the same way, I feel the same way kid) Yo, God, you know what I'm sayin'? When I got shot at, man, my mom's windows got shot the fuck up, man (Yeah) Yo, God, my baby's in here, God, see, I gotta take the time, man And raise my family, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? Sit around, man, my grandkids, man But yo, son, it's like this, man We all livin', man, we here now, man (Word, man), you know what I'm sayin'? Let's not think like we gon' be stagnating, man Let's keep moving ahead, man, keep our head up, man Take care of our families, man God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you, kid Let's do it then

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God] Let me— Let me hold that One for you, one for me (True) Two for you, one— two for me What? Three for you Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit) Smack fire out your fucking ass What the fuck you think this is, man? Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill) So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!) Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo) And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga) Spark it, right out the tropical, kid Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent In a maze and style's blazing Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical Rap niggas on dust and woos Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk You can walk out the fucking building and get caught Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo Mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate And get cream in the cuisine of Queens I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings [Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (Sniff mad shit) Man, niggas know not to step on this shit [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who's the knucklehead wanting respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas and place it in his face fast At full blast (*Speeding car passing*) Then skate to the next gate further upstate I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes in Crates like disco breaks, yo look out for jakes Give it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate If the bitch scream, for God's sake grab the grey tape It's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth (*Tires screeching*) [Verse 3: U-God] The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones Blowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense Be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational, fully operational I got niggas here to play with you, you know the steez You know my whole program, brothers from the no-lands All we want is the G's, guns and grams Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas Laying in the house telling the seeds about the sagas Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly Suckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave The crime boss taking no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse [Outro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah] Yo, man, you know what I'm saying? Fuck it, man (*Tires screeching*, *car crashing*) (*Car crashing*)

[Intro] Plug Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo) Know what I'm saying? You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt) Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that) You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?) I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?) Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?) Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah) You know what I'm saying? (I hear you) L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up) So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time) [Verse 1] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine The God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting Keys 20 for a brick Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it I got your back, though [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Verse 2] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax) Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rolling with snakes Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fish tank And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra Claiming New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron I can't front though, truck loads of Indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Outro] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease

[Intro: Sample + Raekwon] I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with— Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy? D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build) For real, y'all Takin' you on another one, son Uh, Julio Iglesias Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, (Blaow) first of all, son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit It's manifested, the gods work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow) No question, I send your ass back right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'? While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules) Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like god degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction [Interlude: Raekwon] Lace them niggas, son [Verse 2: Raekwon] AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous menace for society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal Foul, fall through, child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck And the nigga chain was truck? Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah) [Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas

[Skit] He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in his manner There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway [Intro] Knock niggas out the box all the time Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (Uh-huh) (Yeah, motherfucker, straight up) (I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef (Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 1] Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting Shutting down your slot, time for pumping Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 2] Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up You never had no wins, sliding in these dens With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son? Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who? I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads We beating mics sending keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimum wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac' Bank account fat, it's going down like that And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian Black stallions wildling on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 3] I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it [Chorus] Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Outro] Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto Get lifted in the staircases Peace, incarcerated scarfaces Time is runnin' out Politic, ditto Incarcerated scarfaces

[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples] It's a mystery inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinking 'bout so many ways Of how to conquer these rainy days You sang beautifully just now I sing for him and he isn't here It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?) Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?) [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever) My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] On rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch How it goes the only pesos made from scratch But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined (Rainy days) Divine Waiting on these royalties takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now talk shit, nigga, what? [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane, insane It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight) [Verse 2: Raekwon] What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes? The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once, though the mind stays infinite Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats cold watch my back But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain It's all real, starving individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many fake, half real freedom-build Born to science my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up Now who's a legend? [Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun) It's raining he's⁠—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all) My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all) [Outro: Blue Raspberry] No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life Street life (I've lost him to the street life) No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know Someone I don't know Rainy Days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days I lost him to the street life The street life, woah

[Intro: Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah] Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing (Check it out) Poisonous (Word, word, word), slap (Poisonous) Y'all should slap these⁠— all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit (Shh, shh, alright, cool) Yo, man, go ahead Poisonous [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath First class, leavin' mics with a cast Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker I scored from the inner slums abroad And my thoughts are razor sharp, I slice the mic from the cord First to criticize, but now they have become Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise Now I testify, the best is I Rebel INS, Your Highness, blessed to electrify With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal Will crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third degrees Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back The God-U and bust through like a fullback [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins With a dosage, you overdosed in rap High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breakin' the album Thriller Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin' If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin' Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin' Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha [Interlude: Dialogue sample] Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me [Verse 3: Raekwon] Sit back, relax, fake niggas don't get turns Watch me massage your brain with slang that's king Projects filled with young men cause threats Who has that? Thousand dollar chains and TECs Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit These mics is like cocaine, son, check the suicidal hype shit Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes, no doubt Plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up, black, matter of fact, just adapt Tie up your black Nikes and tight hats Corners stay surrounded with foreigners, what up, dread? Feds caught your bredren for his bread, but regardless Peace to jail niggas with charges Unify layin' in the yard with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stanima Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers Tical, light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed Infrared guard your beam, so seek 'nuff respect Rude bwoy, you bet, keep it movin', Mashallah Pro black like tar, designin' the fly shit and stay shinin' The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps, go to bat With 50 other niggas on the other side of the map 'Til it's all good and all done, what we want, son Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin' out Macs for fun [Verse 4: GZA] The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone Verbally, I catch bodies with cordless shotties Intriguin' MCs, I keep 'em trained like potties I bomb facts, my sword is an ax to split backs Visible, like dope fiend tracks Sky's the limit, niggas are timid And nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes Producin' data, microchips of software Underground and off-air, the land of the lost Notorious henchman from the North Strikin' niggas where the Mason-Dixon line cross

[Skit: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Dealer] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'? Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on I'ma go talk to this cat Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on) Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?) Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—) Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is Come on, come on, right over there There he go, right there There he go, right there, kid That cat? Word up Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you) What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh? The fuck you talking to? I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?) You ain't talking to me The fuck you talking about? Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What? Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here) The fuck I say? (Oh, shit) Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why? Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here) *Gunshots* Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son) Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo You bleedin' son, bad, son Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this Take this, take this, go on I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man) Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen Man, get the fuck outta here, man Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead Hold that shit, son Go ahead, man, go ahead Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn) Yo (We gon' get that cat, man) [Intro: Raekwon] It's the remix, son Can it be, act like you know Check it [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths) Dedicated to babies who came feet first Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state) Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids) Dedicated to man who build pyramids [Interlude: Raekwon] Word up, what the f— yo We taking you on another chamber Word up, son, you know how we be on it Yeah, it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme, man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo [Verse 2: Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin Niggas wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence) True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas Play enough crap games for what? See Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz Mad Timbs with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on [Chorus: Raekwon] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go) Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people) (Word up, peace to all my brothers) —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up) [Outro: Raekwon] Peace to man, woman and child Word up (We got you covered, baby) Projects (We're here for you) Projects peoples, one love Keep your head clear, we outta here Move in silence Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece Bald heads, braids (For real, though) Blowouts (The Island) Yo, fly chicks It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare, boy Word up Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit For real, y'all

[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas is fucking crazy, you know what I'm sayin'? Hell yeah, man Word, you know how niggas be bitin' and shit Niggas be bitin' mad styles and shit from niggas, man (Yeah, no doubt) That's what I be hatin' man, I can't stand a fuckin' bitin'-ass nigga Wanna use your lines all ahead of time before you even get a chance to shine on your own shit (Word, no—) True (Know what I'm sayin'?) Nah, niggas be killin' me though, son, because, you know They be take— be comin' with your words and shit They hear you say one word then here they come with the word Tryin' to flip it and bounce it and shit on some bullshit (Yeah, yeah) Not soundin' right, first of all and shit (Yeah), you know what I'm sayin'? Boom, but then you got niggas, son, on the real, you know what I'm sayin' Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas is bitin' off your album cover and shit (Yeah) Boom, bad enough they bitin' lines like niggas killed me (Yeah) When they came with some Na— Niggas bit off of Nas shit! You know what I'm sayin'? Word, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas caught his little album cover, boom Then done did a Nas for that shit (Yeah) I'm like, damn, what the fuck, man? (Yeah) It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas, man, when they get on, man They wanna pop a little, a little champagne (But like I said, you—) You know what I'm sayin'? Every few, every time you see 'em, you know what I'm saying? Like, front on, don't front for me, man (Yo, man) You gon' play that role, man, play it, though (It's like this, man) Niggas, man Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit, though I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get (Nah, son) Let me tell these niggas somethin', God I don't want niggas soundin' like me on no album You know what I'm sayin'? For real, 'cause I'ma— I'm approach a nigga, man For real, man, I don't want nobody soundin' like me, man For real son, you know (No doubt) Bad enough, nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan, man Keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original (Word up) That's all, man (And you'll be a better man) And— And you gon'— you gon' come out on your own way (Word up) Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it (Word up)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck— Mira, aprende Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (Yeah) Get your nostrils clear (Yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (Yeah, word up) Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury People sayin' that my chains look truck on me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet? Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin' But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond The bionic microphone and smack mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on, so we can just max a million I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine Fine line between Donna, dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine Sippin' on a Moët, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Developed while your head be swellin' up off of the Nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumbo, rasta Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster [Interlude: Big Un & Raekwon] Yeah, yeah Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch, 'cept for overtime, nigga Any ass money suit me fine 'Cause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backs, keepin' shit real If you haven't noticed, bitchy-ass, rusty-ass nigga Let me tell you this one time Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms is coming through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot-ass, rusty, chickenhead bitches, too Shup Shup baby? (Yo) [Verse 3: Raekwon] Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates Flippin' cakes who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes? It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over City niggas shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets Why these people mob money in they Jeep? Crack bums watch your back for jums Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one Politickin', plus vickin', sick of these Dominicans Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's That's life, to top it all off, beef with White Pullin' bleach out, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight Yo, fuck is on your mind?

[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yeah, yo, son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man Yo, check it out, yo Yo, I got a new, yoo— niggas don't even know, son Yo, check the joint, boom Yo, I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now Check it out, boom, this is how you freak 'em, boom You go get— You go get the cream joints, right? Boom Now, now, all you— all you dye is this shit right here, boom And this, you know what I'm saying? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit like that, niggas don't even know But son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer On the real, know what I'm saying? (Yeah) Yo, son, I had crazy visions Check it out, check it out, check it out, boom Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out Just imagine you bought navy blue, right? A navy blue— A navy blue pair, right? Boom Of this— Of this shit, know what I'm saying? But dyed, get this dyed cream on top Just imagine that color, like But you got it dripping like it's marble cake, like— [Intro: Raekwon] Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em Po-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em Quick-fast we reflect like the sky be blue, true Wu-Tang saga continue Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy Gettin' high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see Sit back collectin' Tecs and checks and Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin' Beats break heavily, word to INS, bless me Throw me like three bags of sess For real, from the Killah Hill, locked and caged in We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men Strive for wives, nine lives and lies Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what? [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony Degrees of punishment increase intensely Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums But the battle was won by swords bein' swung Slicin' with a vocal from the international vocalist Your style is too local to fuck with this Offensive antagonist No assistance, movin' motionless Mysterious swiftness Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain Mental gives the signal to the physical Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle Violent temperaments left continents dented Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart Vital sparks from the arteries stopped [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Straight up and down, it's all good Peace to them check-cashin', chain-snatchin', gun-flashin' Niggas in the hoods bubblin' goods Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks To all my house bitches, Starks'll be home soon I'm on tour, chill, catch me '96 in June But until then my ten-man team be safe Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for Cris Until we get back, unpack, leave the Mac with your Wis' But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed But luckily I'm born to be wild and then be out Move crowds, collect twenty thou' and then be out Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid Built like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd [Refrain: Ghostface Killah] My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family [Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the house and watch me scrape her [Refrain: Ghostface Killah] My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family [Outro: 60 Second Assassin & Raekwon] Been a long time since the Father left in '69 It's been a long time since Wu-Tang had the chance to shine It's been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drank Cristal wine It's been a long time, my people walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind It's been a long time since you had a Son of Man chant like golden wine It's been a long time, it's been a long time It's been a long time Yo, it's been a long time What's on your mind? Check it, respect heat holders Respect heat holders

[Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah] No tricks, no tricks, baby Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all) Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks) My nigga Nas Word up Stay wise All types of shit, yo, son Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right? Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby) Shake a nigga with a few of them joints It's only like five percent out of a hundred Do it to 'em, baby [Verse 1: Nas] Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while Funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual [Verse 2: Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust, niggas discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring Them older niggas ain't caring Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects Richest niggas rocking all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks, so I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial You told your boo you was wildin' Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed" Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up) Good shit, nigga, next time, don't overlook shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style) Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit) RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)

[Intro] No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know? I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money They're subject to go crazy, you know? I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Word up Got motherfuckin' brother wise You know what I'm saying? Teaching the uncivilized Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin' the marvelous track Yeah, you know the steelo But yo, yo Check the banging-est sounds that I invent Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall Heads clocked once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing Your waistline bangin' like a bassline Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothers catchin' repercussions Yo, straight up

[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] *St. Ides Commercial* And all that good shit (Yeah) Know what I'm sayin', you comin'— You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word) You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word) But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?) Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah) My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah) Word Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you? Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah) God (Right) She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word) Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'? But, yo, though, on the real Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah) Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right? Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you) Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it) It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—) Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word) [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo [Verse: Raekwon] Can you feel me? Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin' Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin' Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy Cats surrounded this political brown kid All out the wind, yo, my man walked in Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most dough getters Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man, too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game duke Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock No time for weed, plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen! He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swings Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin' Two bottles of brass I was slayin' Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth Infrared at his head when he entered Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers "Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? "I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch

[Intro: Method Man] Ma, throw down some money The ice cream man is coming [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing I kept shooting strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God? Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team You can have anything in this world except C.R.E.A.M So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest Moves you're making, too fly, jewels are shaking Not a rape patient, you're looking good, fly-colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown We can go the whole round After that, I'm shooting downtown I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black? Freaks be moving in fly sneaks Two-finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square, dear You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder Politic to your deficit step, give me your number Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise Double down some time Ice cream, you got me falling out like a cripple I love you like I love my dick size Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches Take pulls off the Dutches Orgasm in my mind-state, masturbate in your clutches I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me? Only a hard dozen wanna be calling me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what? It's the afterparty and bitches wanna fuck [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah Your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream [Outro: Method Man] One love to my chocolate deluxes Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes with the cherries on top, yeah And big up to my French vanillas Parlez-vous français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff

[Intro] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wing's the name He works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One-point-five million All right, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And they're explosive-head bullets, your favorite Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo, that's made of glass, man Get your big Avias off my mom's table, man I felt someone walk over my grave You want to change your mind? Niggas is greedy, man, damn Big ass shits Yo, man, you ain't smokin' no more weed in here, man Chill, man Bobby Steels (Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that) 'Sup, kid? Yo Let's cut the pie five ways Mmm We came off with two mil', kid, fast (Noodles, Rollie Fingers) No doubt, comin' through La Cosa Nostra Johnny Blaze, Lou Diamonds (Represent for my peoples) Tony Starks Universal frontier Original bloodclat bad boys (Check it out) [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it [Verse 1: Method Man] Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds There's a new sheriff in town holding it down It's the two holster, six-shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath I'm still paying dues and the last one is death Back to the essence with that shit you stressing This rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle, bless my style, criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze [Verse 2: Raekwon] This goes for niggas who know Wu will grow like yayo, lay low Plus cooling in Barbados Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas Sucking his dick up in the whip long Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah Jakes beware of black rap millionaires Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year 1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah [Interlude: Method Man & RZA] Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin') I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo) [Verse 3: RZA] Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with them poems? The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit? Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happy millennium two thousand Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline Son, it's time for bouting It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like following Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and [Verse 4: Masta Killa] God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master For what lurks is an expert that hurts The individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike like thunder Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respitorial Systems are fractured by the killer tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece Deceased, laid to rest [Chorus: Method Man] Who come to get you, none, they want guns I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef So step back to the lab at high velocity My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million? Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions Them flour-heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid? There's jet money, underground money Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies [Outro] Cosa, Cosa Come on

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​ This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang) Yo (What? What?), yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four We must go to war fast With the pen and the pad Goddamn Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps For the nine-squares, kid (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all) Check it, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Waking up about ten, kid Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die" Guess down, drawers Kani But, yo, I'm making a pitstop Go and buy a box of Glocks It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked? He made a half of mil' for real We brought about four bricks Yo, so now we connect thoughts Meet me at the airport ​​​Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn't even rest, I need the vic' And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some Keys won't sell, call up son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique Give me a minute and I'm winnin' Yo, niggas done did it Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce With ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what? All up in his face With his man's mace Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo He knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him So now I'm lamping in my man's land Streets is hot like sand G's is rolling in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Lot'll go down like that Shallah, cigars and mob hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo [Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell So it's your life What a chamber Fucking with the mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all That's how it goes, whatever What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all) So it's your life [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas ain't even know, son... Sold their weight No question This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour A little hundred dollars and that make you a man You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up Niggas don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast Within the blinkin' of eye Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up Know what I'm saying? Get turned to dust Return to the casket And that ass is out, son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up) Lose all your strength, nigga Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken We soakin' wet, though Keepin' it real for my peoples Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon You're still in here, baby Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up I never let you go, baby Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up For real (Keep shinin') For real, keepin' it real, you know Shout out to major niggas Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA That's my nigga, baby, yeah Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Big Booth represent the Q You know how we do Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know? The GZA, word up Masta Killa The Abbot of the Clan Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns Word up

[Intro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] You know, God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'? Doing my regular thing, man So I'ma get back up with you though, baby Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid I'ma always come through for you, baby (Yo, man) Like I was sayin', this shit is real though, man (All the time) This shit is so real, man, you already know (Word) (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here) Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) What's up, baby? God damn, look at you, man Damn, God, I love the shit out you, man Man, I done watched you, man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher A little weed-hopper lookin' to runnin' around here, man Look at you, baby, you look good, you understand? (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae (G-O-D's my reality) But you know something? Like I used to always tell you, baby A good listener's a good learner I see you listened very well, you understand? (I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) Your time is comin', baby And see, sometime, it could be like a, a rear view, you know what I'm sayin'? And people don't know when their blessing comes But I've watched you grow, baby, man, and you's a very intelligent man Man, I watched you when I would just sit down And you would just trick me out my money, shootin' dice, nigga, is you crazy? Hahahaha (Crazy, you crazy, man) (G-O-D's my reality) Yo, man, you remember that shit, man? When we would be down there in the hills and shit, man? (I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) And you'd catch the— oh, here come Old Man Freed "Yeah, I'ma get him, ya little slick ass" (Hahahaha) Talk to me, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Hahaha) I remember all them things But I'm watchin' you growin' (Yeah) But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you The child you was was making you the man you is today And if you don't know where you came from, baby You damn sure know— you don't know where you're goin' Can you see what I'm saying? (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) Know which way you traveling You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light And it'll set you free (G-O-D's my reality) 'Cause I've watched you, baby, you my main man (Yeah) (I'm elevating strong and we're gonna go on to the highest degree) [Verse: Raekwon] Now that could be the Wu-Tang production Start to knuckle up and gun shots start to click, the block's duckin' Could it be and would it be that we was babies? Catchin' rabies, niggas seem to act crazy Day one in my spot, July the tenth I had a mint, stickin' up Devines hittin' them with nines I was toxie from layin' up in Roxy's all night This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife It was havoc, I contact the Abbot He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic We goin' to war, you know he had a two-to-four He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go" My first impression was to ask some lessons Question one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session? He replied and rocked the green eye And, yo, he started yellin', "Them niggas sellin' two for fives" But he's a goner and I got my corner, what? I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning [Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning Only God is the son of man (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) I'ma say this to you one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist (G-O-D's my reality) (I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the highest degree) This is why the universe, by the self-balancing scale of divine knowledge And it was measured by the portion of solid knowledge No man can judge for another (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man (Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) For no man is good and bad at the same time Either he's good or he's bad