[Intro: Method Man]
Come on! Yeah... yeah..
Yo, yo.
[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna]
Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite
Get paper, every night is hot night
We stay tight, we just livin` our life
We just livin` our life
[Method Man]
I drink till I`m drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
Pissin` down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf` on ya walls
It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is because
No yin to my yang, it`s a black thing
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y`all
Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
Get down with the syndrome: retarded
I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to square, this ain`t no Yacub affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner`s daughter
That y`all, but not us
Fly back, flag a cab and say check ya
Next time you see me, say peace and I`ll respect ya, Tical
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
Yo, lights, cameras, don`t forget the action
The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin`
Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin`
Same old, Range rove`, rainbow Manhattan
Craftmen, captive, still I`m avalanchin`
Holy war, handsome, break `em off harassin`
Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin`
Flippin` through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang
The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain
Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang
Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game
A few men came, that really held weight
Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states
Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates
Without a base, left the gun powder case
Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don`t care
Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Inspectah Deck]
Mic Capone, it`s best to avoid my strike zone
I zone and swing a sword that`ll slice stone
Nice clone, but you could never match the born master
Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by
Dick ridin` niggaz, and chicks who do ditto
Singin` like the Four Tops, providin` info
See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow
Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O
For now get wild, similar to Ol` Dirty
A third time felon just hit with over thirty
Note worthy style, have them so thirsty
First degree heat, you quittin` on me
Cold turkey, no mercy
[Chorus 2X]
[Cappadonna]
Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up
Ya`ll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable
Street mentality, return of the cavalry
36 Chambers, we off key block
Black on the block, tell ya D.J.`s to quit
M.C.`s, to stop that bullshit
Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit
Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit
Wallo`s in all colors (now) let`s get chips, like
Robbin` the bank, pull up with the new whips
Don`t get mad, respect rank
No matter how you gettin` dough, give thanks
Everybody hold up your shanks
[Chorus 2X]
