All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches   All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes      Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats   Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty   We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah   Comin' from the thirty-six chamber      Math, let the plate spin   Many brothers y'all be sparkin'   Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot   If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu      Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?   Who the man behind the World Trade massacres   Step up now   Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?   Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits      No disrespect, that's where I rest my head   I understand you gotta rest yours true   Nigga my people's dead   America, together we stand, divided we fall   Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war      Yes yes y'all, the INS bless y'all   Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl   Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball   Role call where my niggaz that's one for all      And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse   Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk   Then smoke a ounce as we count mills   Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills      Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man   How the fuck did we get so cool man?   Never ever disrespect my crew   If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu      Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real   We live from it, it's the God I-Reelz   Yo' wonderful, spark the blillz   Let me build with the people for the mills      I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill   Peace to Brownsville   Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous   Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin' snipers   You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill      How you livin' Street Life? I'm surrounded by criminals   Serial killers tote guns without the serial   High-tech, street intellect, all digital   Project original, sheisty individual      New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest   We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest   Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us   Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us      Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man   How the fuck did we get so cool man?   Never ever disrespect my crew   If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu      Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom   At home, it's worth money, I adorns   Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo   We got the fit teds on, lookin' all fink      Daddy everybody get money from now on   Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday   Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430   That shit that float through water, eyeball come up   Drop birdies yo      We can eat right, or we can clap these toys   I'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy   Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'   Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'   It's Hot Nixon, same team same position   Battin' average three-five-seven and still hittin'      Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken   I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'   'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal   Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you   It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth   I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck      Comin' from the thirty-six chamber   Bring it to 'em proper, potnah      It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game   Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang   Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames   Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is      Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man   How the fuck did we get so cool man?   Never ever disrespect my crew   If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu   Nigga