[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]   Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks   No doubt   The beer champ   Yeah, curly head kid   Yo, yo, yo      From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors   Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian   Which location keeps circulating   I want the twin power after day shit on his mason   A God steam represent the gummy with the green   who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean   Sir Ballentine, lookin at this bitch walk behind   The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's wine   They turn around take my last pull off the L   these niggas on the block keep looking at me well   But they want the jewel it ain't hard to tell   I'm recognize his face, he actin like Denzel   But fuck him, I went to check low for chop   on a ball gone the size like faith up top   Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame   My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame   Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike   Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right   [Sound of speeding motorcycle]      [Chorus]   When you walking down the street with your - Box in your hand   and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan   And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping   Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping      [Verse Two: Street]   Street's running through your dancehall gunning   like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons   for pumping - that watered down substance   Beef there's slugs finger creeping   making moves like Crying Freeman   Prince of thieves, earth's third seed   Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the street   If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heat   In the city beef got me plotting trilogy   To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that   Seen that done that, respect black   I catch a slug to your hardhat   lounging in the everglades, surfing the airwave   Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly   Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly   drunk off the Irish whiskey      [Chorus]      [Verse Three: Method Man]   Rest your headpiece on this one sun   cough up a lung   Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done   I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they live   It's like we was partners in spades and you renege   Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack   Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black   I'm looking in the half of right and roll tight   fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25   To life on this mic device ain't nothing nice   a mixture of long wild rice and no spice   Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, flip it   daddy long dick-ed, slide   A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches   You thought weak but meant wicked   Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted   everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm   Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palm   About to blow like Napalm, before your arm   Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share   Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah   Johnny about to go there   need another year   Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here      [Chorus]