[RZA]
All you hoes, be cryin for these (*##$es
All you ^!$$%z, be cryin for these hoes


[scratched samples]
"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon

"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost
"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth

"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
"If ya $#&@ with Wu, we gots ta $#&@ witchu" - Method Man


[Ghostface Killah]
Who the $#&@ knocked our buildings down?

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane (*##$?
Fly that %#@! over my hood and get blown to bits!

No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, ^!$$% my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall

Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!

[Inspectah Deck]

Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball

Role call where my ^!$$%z that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk

Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills


[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't $#&@ with fools man
How the $#&@ did we get so cool man?

Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya $#&@ with Wu we gots ta $#&@ witchu


[Masta Killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz

Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville

Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill


[StreetLife]
How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals

Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual

New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us

Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us

[Chorus]


[Raekwon the Chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom

At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real ^!$$%z order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink

Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday
Don't $#&@ Benz, rather a 430

That %#@! that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo

[Method Man]

We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin

Confused with ya head up yo' $$# like who's %#@!tin?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still (*##$in, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin

Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this mother$#&@er ain't Wu, look at his neck


"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"

[Method Man]
It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game

Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a ^!$$% take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..

[Chorus]