[Intro: Method Man]   16th Chamber, temple number five      [Method Man]   Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set   To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death   I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand   If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan   I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope   For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother   Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat   My peoples are you with me where you at?   Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick   Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick   It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'   That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'   What is it? Niggaz think they bigga   Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit   They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it   With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic   Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice   But he don't want the hassle   Thought they trying to overthrow the castle   Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town   Black down, the rental, car, the pistol   YAH! If you don't want a burn from glock   Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops   Here, no more dough will be made   Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh      [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]   Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four   Temple number nine, temple number nine      [Ol' Dirty Bastard]   I'm the original G-O-D   Making young ladies scream is my specialty   when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype   From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped   When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow   Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco   Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop   Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop...   Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and   You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin   Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin   I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith   You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin   While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen   As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show   Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo   Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin   Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and   Again and again when I rock this jam   I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand   Introducin, the one-man band   A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand   Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center   Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor   You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map   I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack   Come on through I black and blue your whole crew   Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey   The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer   Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style   That I lay down like tile