(feat. Method Man, Prodical, Rza, Shacronz, Suga Bang Ban)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man}]

Word (These motha$#&@in' ^!$$%z, man)
Yeah, I hear that, you got that %#@!, right?
(Yeah, I got it) Lemme hear it

(I'ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this %#@!)
Word, no doubt

(Better stop smokin' on that %#@!)
$#&@ that, hey, don't do it with him
(Whatever)

Yo yeah, lemme get that motha$#&@a's sayin' on this, ^!$$%
(Yeah, ^!$$%z be buggin' in here
^!$$% don't speak no $#&@in' English, word?)

You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint)
{Diamond buscuits, motha$#&@a!}


[Break: Method Man (RZA) {Prodical}]
Now let's see, we don't get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own

Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
(John Blizzy) {Straight like that}
He holdin' twenty on this

(Ghost Deini) {Uh-huh! Yeah!}
(ShaCronz) {The invincible, baby)
Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It's like that!}

(D-Digi!)

[Method Man (Prodical)]

Spontaneous combustion got ^!$$%z lustin'
$#&@in' with this head bustin' track spanker
Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five

Tryin' to live to see my forty acher, before I die
Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons
Shootin' up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!)

Ya whole style is undressin'
Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section
And got spotted, $#&@in' with them fake artists who make garbage

Now ya like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap ^!$$% $$#ed out and no question
Dead and buried, we holdin' like the military

$#&@ Dog %#@!, hide-out beats and hot cherries
On virgin mic's, style very cri-Tical
By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical

The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters
Ya whole sect got you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter
And burnt that $$# like Dhalsim in Street Fighter

I play the shadows, scopin' out you lime lighters and Desperados

[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (RZA) {Prodical}]

Killa Beez is ridin' East to West, baby
See our twenties spinnin' on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hangin' from our neck, baby

Come on, come on

[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]

{Baby cuz It's Not a Game}
You see them motha$#&@in' twenty-inch chromes spinnin'?
{Rocked out, baby, ice hangin'}


[Ghostface Killah (RZA)]
Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubblin'

Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishin'
Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat
Fiends beepin' me, I erase and delete (Come on)

Surrounded my palm trees and sound-proof condos
Tryin' out Spanish foods, Roberto's bangin' bongos
Do whatever, crackin' down weather, it means nice

Walkin' down the strip, these fat ^!$$%z broke the ice
Drive it in a host, the trucks, the gate's wide open
A square box fell out, I'm hopin' it be !@%!e and

I snatched it, dipped into a parkin' lot and wrapped it
See diamonds, pearls, rubies, gems, covered with acid
Heavens to mega-troid, infants'll know I'm paranoid

What she goes through, I'm on a next flight to St. Croix
Sneaker boy and Genius, I heard he struck oil
Him and Masta Killa own Fox and mad loyal

[Chorus - last two lines only]

Diamonds, Cubans hangin' from our neck, baby
Come on, come on

[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{The finest, baby, the finest}

(You see them Linx hangin'?)

[ShaCronz]
Yo, yo
You know I rarely fight, I keep heat plus I'm very nice

I run with two-eighties on me like Jerry Rice
I $#&@ with many birds, not the canary type
I've seen a lot of happy days and scary nights
My click hotter than fish grease, kids be diss-free
Most of these labels can't handle this heat

I love new twat, scrap ho's on a few blocks
When my hate grows I let the tools pop
A lot of these rap ^!$$%z be fast to plea
Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up like Master P
F.G., we don't talk, ^!$$%, fast to squeeze
Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V

The first to pull out, the first to body somethin'
I got all the heat all the shorties in ya lobby pumpin'
Them dudes you standin' with probably frontin'
Killa Bee Gang got that %#@! that keep ya hottie jumpin'
What?

[Chorus x2]


[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{Straight like that, baby, it's nuttin' less, K.B., baby
Don't forget it, C.C.F.}
You see the %#@!s spinnin'?
Come on, ^!$$%! {Clamp on, baby} Come on!
Yo, yo, tell them ^!$$%z, son

What? What?
You see the %#@!s spinnin'? {Yeah}
%#@! hangin', son, they hangin' {Better catch it}
Come on! Come on!

[Outro: Prodical (RZA)]
Straight gangsta

(Yo, you've just been experiencin'
Wu-Tang Killa Beez - The Sting)
Explosive, baby, comin' at you
(Y'all motha$#&@as know..
The next chamber's the motha$#&@in' weather)
Look out for the Stingers, bab