Method Man:

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Fuck 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

Shit 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 shit

Get vexed

Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves

Some niggas catch on later

Try to put them on they haters

I met eighty of them niggas 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 niggas 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, g