* the actual album version is edited, but the curses have been added back in

 So whassup man?
 Coolin man
 Chillin chillin?
 Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?
 Why?
 Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?
 Yeah
 You know what I wanna hear right?
 Whatchu wanna hear?
 I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
 Wu-Tang again?
 Ahh yeah, again and again!

 *sounds of fighting*

 [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
 de Inspector Deck
 [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)

 [Inspector Deck]
 I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
 The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
 Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
 Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
 So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
 While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
 The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
 Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
 The vandal, too hot to handle
 Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
 Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
 The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

 [Raekwon]
 The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
 Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
 Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
 And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
 Then take all your assets
 Cause I came to shake the frame in half
 With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
 So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
 Cause I grab the clip and
 Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
 Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

 [Method]
 It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
 Movin on your left, aah!
 And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
 I wanna break full, cock me back
 Small change, they puttin shame in the game
 I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
 And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
 Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
 But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
 Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
 I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
 like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
 Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
 The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

 [U-God]
 Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
 Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
 Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
 to my crew with the "suuue"

 *interlude*
 watch ya step kid (8X)
 [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X)
 [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck

 [Ol Dirty Bastard]
 First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
 I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
 I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
 Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
 Shame on you when you stepped through to
 The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
 And I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you enter, the winter
 Straight up and down that shit packed jam
 You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
 The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
 Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
 Niggaz be rollin with a stash
 ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

 [Ghostface Killah]
 For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
 Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
 Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
 My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
 Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
 I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
 I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
 And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
 I give a order to my peeps across the water
 To go and snatch up props all around the border
 And get far like a shootin star
 Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
 Point blank as I kick the square biz
 There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes

 [RZA]
 Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
 It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
 Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
 Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
 Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
 the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
 Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
 Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
 Comin around the mountain when I come
 Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
 My clan increase like black unemployment
 Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
 Take us the fuck outta here

 [Genius]
 The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
 Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
 Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
 Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
 That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
 Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
 For tryin to blow up a scrub
 Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
 Should of pumped it when I rocked it
 Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
 This goes on in some companies
 With majors they're scared to death to pump these
 First of all, who's your A&R
 A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
 But he don't know the meaning of dope
 When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
 that's cleaner than a bar of soap
 And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
 Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

 *sounds of fighting*

 [RZA] You best protect ya neck (4X