F/ Inspectah Deck, Sun God

[Method Man]

Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
$#&@ a role model, never had one to follow

Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm a hard one to swallow
Here's another hard one to goggle, $#&@ your life, that's the motto
I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato

Drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo
Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo


[Chorus: Method Man]
Let me hold something, look at you killas, like you owe something
Stole something, give me my paper, 'fore I blow something

Right now, give me my $#&@ing %#@!, chicka-blaow
I want it right now, give me my $#&@ing %#@!, chicka-blaow
Shady ^!$$%s hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes

And the record label trynna recoupe
I want it right now, give me my $#&@ing %#@!, chicka-blaow
And I mean right now, give me my $#&@ing %#@!, chicka-blaow


[Ghostface Killah]
Gun battles, so many chains on the neck

Hands and feet, ^!$$%s say I'm Shaq
Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
Hit ten like a 2010 new Hova

Movies on, never ran it, call me a don
Been %#@!ting everywhere, cuz ^!$$%s can't stand it
Terminate !@$)gots who violate us a square

Goon therapy, S.I., we don't fight fair
Beef? We can get it on, right here
And that includes ya'll low ^!$$%s wearing tight gear


[Sun God]
Sun God, and that's your target, aim right there

My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear
I'm all right here, the way I move the blow
$#&@ a show, you would think it was an all white affair

Been fuego, more fire here, then you seen me
Getting money off the water like a pall bearer there
No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that

The smoke in your face, (*##$, I ain't never cared
Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear, let me hold something
Look in your face like you owe something


[Chorus]


[Inspectah Deck]
I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakeem Warrick
Nickel bag in the park, my team on it

They want it like that and the street, is dry as a well
Hell, that's why I sell crack on the beat
I ain't trynna just happen to eat, I'mma make a ^!$$% dance

Even if I got to clap in the street
This is something like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars

Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
You a jerk, fool, I burn you like your birdds do


[Chorus]