(feat. GZA, Method Man)



[Intro: Method Man]

Oh, oh, oh, come on, come on, come on

Mutha what? Muthafucka

That's right, all day, all night

Come on, get down, yes y'all and

To the right beat and you can even dance

Or, just have a seating, seating

Yo, yo, yo



[Method Man]

What it was, what it is, it's like I got a pistol

To my head, can I live? You never should of left Tical for dead

Never that, be careful what you wish for

Today's your day to get yours

Blowin' up the spot from the sixth floor, bent off

Come and get your on smoke on, fish funk to choke on

Go 'head, blaze a pound of that bullshit we both on

Take it the 'source', 'hip hop quotable', of course

I'm pullin' out my 'roots', to breathe in my 'black thought'

Let's be honest, I break a spirit, if she break a promise

They act just like they momma's, now what that got to do

With the price of rice in China

Or why these gold miners raise the price on they vagina

Now frankly, I'm official, New York Yankee

You can blame the radio stations that's trynna yank me

And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow

Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe



[Chorus: Method Man]

Rush, the colisseum, rush, the dance floor

Rush, the limosine, rush, don't let go

And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow

Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe

Whoa-ho-ho, let me like, solo with the flow

Whoa-ho-ho, promoter better pay me at the door

Whoa-ho-ho, what the fuck y'all think I'm flowin' for

If I move to quick, oh, you just don't know



[GZA]

The sound echoed through the neighborhood and vibrate

Circulate eruptions throughout the tri-state

The wise they attract to it, cuz it's magnetic

Those slow kids, stuck on the block, they don't get it

But, they don't wanna set it, track on immedietly

Quick fast, clock tick to the blast machine

The bugged out, they scatter when the lights on

We raid those local spots, til we turn the mics on

Rollin' with the talent, the beats, and rap verse

The crowd get excited, with the heat and clap first

Must of had a hot hand to go in his waist band

Set he had to lick a shot for a top notch Clan

Multiple swordsmen, blade sharp

Rip through your heart, M.C.'s, want no part

For any type of conflict, or nonsense, then we respond quick

It get thick, The Problem, goes beyond sick



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[Method Man]

Let the record show, never test my flow

Never tested positive for blow

Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'

Soon as muthafuckas get dough, they act different

But not Nixon, let the pot call the kettle black, but not in my kitchen

And y'all fixin', to be on milk cartoons missing

In the Double XL, Supreme Clientele

Since then I have no birthday, my sign's not for sale

If I had a dollar, for every time M.C.'s tried to holla

Brag about dough, and pop they collar

I'd probably be a zillionaire, like, 'fuck rapping and rappers'

Cut the drama, we don't like the way y'all actin'

Eat, drink and smoke Mary, Mr. Meth's rated X

By any means necessary (come on)

It ain't easy being greasy, in the main event now

Catch me on your Pay-Per-View TV



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