[Intro: Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man}]
Word (These mothafuckin` niggaz, man)
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
(Yeah, I got it) Lemme hear it
(I`ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this shit)
Word, no doubt
(Better stop smokin` on that shit)
Fuck that, hey, don`t do it with him
(Whatever)
Yo yeah, lemme get that mothafucka`s sayin` on this, nigga
(Yeah, niggaz be buggin` in here
Nigga don`t speak no fuckin` English, word?)
You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint)
{Diamond buscuits, mothafucka!}
[Break: Method Man (RZA) {Prodical}]
Now let`s see, we don`t get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own
Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
(John Blizzy) {Straight like that}
He holdin` twenty on this
(Ghost Deini) {Uh-huh! Yeah!}
(ShaCronz) {The invincible, baby)
Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It`s like that!}
(D-Digi!)
[Method Man (Prodical)]
Spontaneous combustion got niggaz lustin`
Fuckin` with this head bustin` track spanker
Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five
Tryin` to live to see my forty acher, before I die
Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons
Shootin` up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!)
Ya whole style is undressin`
Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section
And got spotted, fuckin` with them fake artists who make garbage
Now ya like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga assed out and no question
Dead and buried, we holdin` like the military
Fuck Dog Shit, hide-out beats and hot cherries
On virgin mic`s, style very cri-Tical
By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical
The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters
Ya whole sect got you gassed `til I sparked the lighter
And burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter
I play the shadows, scopin` out you lime lighters and Desperados
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (RZA) {Prodical}]
Killa Beez is ridin` East to West, baby
See our twenties spinnin` on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hangin` from our neck, baby
Come on, come on
[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{Baby cuz It`s Not a Game}
You see them mothafuckin` twenty-inch chromes spinnin`?
{Rocked out, baby, ice hangin`}
[Ghostface Killah (RZA)]
Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubblin`
Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishin`
Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat
Fiends beepin` me, I erase and delete (Come on)
Surrounded my palm trees and sound-proof condos
Tryin` out Spanish foods, Roberto`s bangin` bongos
Do whatever, crackin` down weather, it means nice
Walkin` down the strip, these fat niggaz broke the ice
Drive it in a host, the trucks, the gate`s wide open
A square box fell out, I`m hopin` it be coke and
I snatched it, dipped into a parkin` lot and wrapped it
See diamonds, pearls, rubies, gems, covered with acid
Heavens to mega-troid, infants`ll know I`m paranoid
What she goes through, I`m on a next flight to St. Croix
Sneaker boy and Genius, I heard he struck oil
Him and Masta Killa own Fox and mad loyal
[Chorus - last two lines only]
Diamonds, Cubans hangin` from our neck, baby
Come on, come on
[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{The finest, baby, the finest}
(You see them Linx hangin`?)
[ShaCronz]
Yo, yo
You know I rarely fight, I keep heat plus I`m very nice
I run with two-eighties on me like Jerry Rice
I fuck with many birds, not the canary type
I`ve seen a lot of happy days and scary nights
My click hotter than fish grease, kids be diss-free
Most of these labels can`t handle this heat
I love new twat, scrap ho`s on a few blocks
When my hate grows I let the tools pop
A lot of these rap niggaz be fast to plea
