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Intro: (?) [Raekwon]
Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah
[Yeah, yeah, y`know
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Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface! {*echoes*} [c`mon]
Raekwon! {*echoes*}
Meth! {*echoes*}
[Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin`
Layin` in the lab with rolls o` fly Mo-et ho
All niggas eatin` (WOAH! *echoes*)
Wreckin` Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
Fuckin` wit` mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin` in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khak`s look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin` out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro
That`s how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
All rich niggas with the same coat.
[Method Man]
You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin` a bitch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin` me love
Sayin` Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin` a pose
Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what`s happenin`?
Any shit, holdin` my dick, smokin` a clip, thanks for askin`
Mashin`, the latest fashion,
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Prop, skate, roll, bounce
I`m bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
[Raekwon]
Oh magazine`s slipped, kinda like we lit
Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know
High niggas rent , I`m set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let`s murder eveything that Wu wanted sent
[?]
I`d better pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics (come on, come on)
[Superb]
And my mouth stay dry `cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you
I`m not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I`m just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too
[Ghostface Killah]
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t`ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin` how Maria pop Leer
Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
From Star`s Pizzeria, police hate the veer
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
when yo` head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter Slim Duch shook `em down for his reefer
James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the `hood, we call `em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I`m a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece
[Superb] *singing*
He`s as good as the rest of `em
And as bad as the worst
So don`t hate me
You`d better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!
*beat stops*
[Ghost] Fuckin` idiots!
