Continous
 Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
 Wu-Tang
 Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here
 On that AIDS thing
 YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
 Yo, yo
 And get this done

 Verse One: Killah Priest

 When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
 You both had strong minds
 Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
 for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
 Smothered under deep covers
 Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
 Enough to make you hold hands
 And plus you a bold man
 You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
 And bullshit ego, of fly negro
 Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
 Months later, he's layin on a respirator
 Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
 And start losing sight in his right eye
 In weeks he might die

 Verse Two: Raekwon

 Yeah, uh-huh
 I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
 Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
 Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
 you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
 Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
 Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
 You know what you was gettin into
 Try to guess on what I've been through
 Fuck shorty raw then she scared you

 Chorus: Raekwon

 AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
 Coming from the Wu, it's real
 AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
 Coming from my crew, it's real

 Verse Three: RZA

 My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
 Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
 Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
 so he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
 triple quadriple, until she bust
 Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
 But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
 Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
 to keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made
 And the black population will decrease within a decade
 German warfare product against the dark shade

 Chorus:

 AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
 Coming from my crew, it's real
 AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
 Coming from the Wu, it's real

 Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck

 Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
 Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear
 through the sheer brassiere, toke back
 Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
 you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
 Got her fat ass layin flat on her back

 Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
 Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
 What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
 Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
 Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
 She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs
 Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
 Now misery is the Syndrome

 Outro: Raekwon and others

 Oh shit, God that's wild
 Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
 For real, knowhatI'msayin?
 What about the exotic type
 Caskets is waitin for brothers
 Word up slide on the joints baby
 Before you go to sex take protection
 Word up

 AIDS kills, word up respect this
 America Is Dying Slowly (4x)

 Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
 I ain't even playing that man, for real
 Dig it
 Respect how I'm living kid
 Here forever, word up
 Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
 But they still playing the hotel door man
 Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
 Yo, just gettin to be too old
 Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
 Over there
 Yeah
 America Is Dying Slowly
 Surely
 America Is Dying Slowly
 America Is Dying Slowly
 remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
 America Is Dying Slowly
 Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident

 Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
 Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
 Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
 Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
 Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...
 Keep it safe!
 Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby
 Protect yourself!
 Keep it safe