* set to the beat of GZA`s Shadowboxin`
[Intro: Mathematics (Ghostface Killah)]
Ain`t never fuckin` shit on here
Damn, the radio play the same shit every day
Some ol` muthafuckin` bullshit
(Yeah.... stay the fuck off my plantation
Yeah... Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.... yo, yo, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Back on the block, smuggling rocks
Rocky graveyard rocks, one chain, fiendin` on the block
I`m fed up, dunn, trynna keep my head up, word up, pa
Sue to get this money, live out, my name God, word life, right
Gats come a dime a dozen, what up cousin?
Guess who got loose on these thugs again
Murder was the topic, manslaughter his little daughter
Had a hundred grand, actin` like Rich Porter
For real kid, remember daffy did the bid
Bought sand, but first he ran up in his dreads quick
Stepped off, bought a phat loft, this thing must of worked
Cuz that white bitch he fucked, got an Ultima
Word up, word up, cat, can`t call it pa
Yo Shallah, light up the owl, let`s go crowd, pa
So we did it, weeded out, the skit ran
Dedicated to winners and losers, and then, kid
Fuck it, threw on the black thing, grabbed the mac
I`m going out like Rambo, Rae count the grams, slow
Scheemin`, dreaming for CREAM, fiend beamin`
Plush eyed Steven, sniffin` rat poison, half ass breathing
Wait, can`t tolerate the smell on the fifth floor
Ricans got it locked it down, son, light the choc`
Sure, we lit it, fat Pam gotta be home soon
Butt naked, faggot ass dred, in a back room
Approached him, through out the toast, snatched the jewel notes
Asked him where`s his African man, before his brain throws
Against the wall, guess who came out the door, ya`ll
Downlow, that TNT cop, kill `em now, ya`ll
Shots rained for sure, fiends hit the floor
Crack pipes, Playboy books, and vouch galore
African kid bounced, cop lost his cape
Chef got blazed and Ghost lost a leg
