[Method Man:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
$#&@ you


[Chorus: 2x]
What you wanna be when you grow up

You wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters
You wanna sell drugs

You wanna be gangsters
Thats what silly boys are made of


[Raekwon:]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Cool G's and forty seven flavors

Display swade gators
We comin through
To blaze neighbors

Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit

Apple cranberry mixed with crystal
Fan worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground

We arsonists
One point five a liter
Take a taste

Splash your heater
Smack your face twice
Clap your sneakers

%#@! is like a mission to Mars
Fishin' for bars
Takin' whats ours

Knowledge the car Pa
Dont be stupid
Get a little cash

Better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best

Your family pack your %#@!
Get vexed
Leave a ^!$$% standing in a bag of leaves

Some ^!$$%s catch on later
Try to put them on they haters
I met eighty of them ^!$$%s yo

Waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin'
Let me teach yo

And roll a student what
Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son

Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to ^!$$%s in jails
With sharks in they fishtanks

Now he come home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo

Middle finger five O's
Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines

Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind
Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash


[Method Man:]
Aiyyo


[Chorus: 2x]


[Raekwon:]
Aiyyo, get up
Lex should be braggin'

Get it up
$#&@ shorty got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness

He large rock this
Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's
Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo

Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream
See what I mean black queen
Stop actin' like crack fiends an'
Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall hype

Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'
Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame came to yours
We like green
Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)


[Method Man:]
Ladies and gentlemen
Your about to see
A pastime hobby about to be

Takin' to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out (*##$es is too nosey
Backhand slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open up

Crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen
!@&@e straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold down the play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes they makin
Come on now

%#@!s too real
$#&@ you and now your man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all (*##$es
Wanna Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in your &&^(als
Im losin' it now
Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw

Aiyyo
She multi-colored like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic ditto
Take that to that

[Chorus: 2x]