[Intro: Raekwon]



"Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"



Yeah, yeah, y'know

Tranquilise, tranqulise

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!



[beat starts again]



[Outro - Ghostface Killah]



Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers

That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof

Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)

Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ! [echoes])

On yo' ass nigga, you heard?

Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance [echoes]



Stadio [echoes]

One-three [echoes]

Word up! [echoes]

Ya now dead [echoes]