[Intro: sample]
"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it

Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"


[Intro: Method Man]
Smoke cess ^!$$%, smokin' that A.K

Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better

known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service


[Method Man]
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this (*##$, class dismissed, it's the return

Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit

Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them !@$(s, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes

We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that $$# kicked
Ya'll ^!$$%z $#&@ around, y'all only tough around

The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that $$# kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to (*##$, ^!$$%

So, whose the whipped ^!$$%, don't even trip, ^!$$%
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bull%#@!ter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk

Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right

Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste %#@!ty

Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two !@%$
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"

You think it's all a game, like #~!!@ all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky

Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie

Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you

My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't $#&@in' wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than #~!!@, that's some new #~!!@

There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With ^!$$%z so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even


[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the mutha$#&@in' building