off the hook guerilla anthem
  This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
  And I'll smack the shit outta any of you DJ's
  that front on this shit.. think I'm playin?

  (Hook: Method Man)
  I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?
  I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?
  I heard you ladies got them Thang Thangs, do you really?
  I heard you niggas like to bang bang, do you really?

  [StreetLife]
  I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
  Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
  Little off in the brain, kid talks but its lame
  Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
  Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
  And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
  Wu-Tang see me at the next Lex with the game
  Snowboardin down a ski range, its a blue and grey frame
  Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
  The main reson why you tuck the chain
  Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
  And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came

  [Method Man]
  Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
  Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat
  Let me hit that {*inhale*} contact, learn how to act
  Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black
  Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
  Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
  Got 9 lives, 9 wives that don't listen
  Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
  Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
  I guess it's, curtains for competition
  Method, runnin em out, gun in my mouth
  The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
  After midnight eatin emcees chase through suburbia
  You tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
  That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
  Polish your sword, your shit is rustin

  [Hook]

  [Masta Killa]
  1,2, testin', testin', mic check wreckin'
  Step into the session
  Automatic weapon off safety
  Dont play me
  Butt brings all them things with silencers
  My clans liver than your average '85er
  Strive to stay alive
  I play for keeps in the streets
  Cos its real on the battlefield
  Shells hit the ground from the steel
  Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
  Words combine when I rhyme to feed the blind
  Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
  I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
  Game word bond, sword silenced
  Me in military fatigues bulletproof underneath
  Buy enough ammunition,go round and sweep the streets
  Of Brooklyn, Central, sugar-whipped the rental
  While I'm lickin out the window at y'all
  Fuck y'all

  [Hook]

  [Inspectah Deck]
  Yo, we thrive on street life
  We strive to eat right
  They blindin' these sight
  We tried to be nice
  They talk the small talk
  We walk the long walk
  We lost, they all thought
  They forced to fall short
  We rock for hard rock
  Rocked the hot blocks
  Shop and cop rocks
  Watch the top notch in action
  Begin to make your head spin
  Wu Tang my bredren
  We bang like veterans
  They came for record spins, taste the medicine
  Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
  Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them
  Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them
  Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
  Stumblin' thug passions, it must've been

  [Hook] - 2X