[Ghf] Yeah
       [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God
       Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
       [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two
       We back up in this joint! What?
       Check the fly shit... yeah
       Don't black out on me

       Verse One: Ghostface

       Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
       Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
       Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
       Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
       She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
       Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
       She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
       With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
       She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
       Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
       Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
       Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
       Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
       Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera

       Verse Two: RZA

       Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
       Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
       blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
       Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
       the heat is on, never too black or too strong
       In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
       Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
       The arena now present, de event of the decade
       Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
       extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
       Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
       That shines Godly light
       Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
       We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
       Never bust premature for sure
       You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
       deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
       Causes stomach inflation
       Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
       Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
       Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
       It's a black hole for those who lose control
       Fertile soil before you are wise
       And spoiled many men and took many lives
       And all you brothers changed sides
       Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside