Shake them niggaz
 Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
 Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
 She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz
 to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
 Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone
 A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
 Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
 Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
 Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
 Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that
 Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
 Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
 You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
 You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
 Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
 Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks
 Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child
 But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
 Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
 Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
 He's a slave cop, behave pop
 Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat
 at the Purple Haze spot

 [Method Man]
 I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh
 when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues
 Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
 We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin
 Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
 your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
 That's somethin niggaz can't pardon
 City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment
 So I see no need to mention, the potency
 of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery
 out the back of them wisecracks
 Distorted for your get high you hijack
 These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
 This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
 Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem
 Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from

 Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains
 (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)
 We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)
 *together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies
 Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money

 [Ghostface]
 Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
 Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
 Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
 Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
 Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey
 Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
 He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
 Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
 This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
 Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner
 Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style
 Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel
 Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip
 Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
 His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin
 God you see how he was laid out, in the grass
 with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
 Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
 Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo
 He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo
 He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
 Posin like he rappin out