[Method Man:]   Yo, yo, yo, yo   Fuck you      [Chorus: 2x]   What you wanna be when you grow up   You wanna be thugs   You wanna be pranksters   You wanna sell drugs   You wanna be gangsters   Thats what silly boys are made of      [Raekwon:]   Aiyyo, aiyyo   Cool G's and forty seven flavors   Display swade gators   We comin through   To blaze neighbors   Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark   A dutch spark it   Lex Leonardo arts profit   Apple cranberry mixed with crystal   Fan worry   Desert mountain crib in the ground   We arsonists   One point five a liter   Take a taste   Splash your heater   Smack your face twice   Clap your sneakers   Shit is like a mission to Mars   Fishin' for bars   Takin' whats ours   Knowledge the car Pa   Dont be stupid   Get a little cash   Better swoop it   Throw it in the ground and recoup it   Next check was best   Your family pack your shit   Get vexed   Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves   Some niggas catch on later   Try to put them on they haters   I met eighty of them niggas yo   Waitin' on the sidelines droolin'   Some need schoolin'   Let me teach yo   And roll a student what   Rule one   Yo respect if you lose son   Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn   All hell to niggas in jails   With sharks in they fishtanks   Now he come home he a whale   Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo   We realer up in my shows yo   Middle finger five O's   Take time to climb vines yo   Lay on the lines   Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind   Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash   Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash      [Method Man:]   Aiyyo      [Chorus: 2x]      [Raekwon:]   Aiyyo, get up   Lex should be braggin'   Get it up   Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck   Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness   He large rock this   Fresh Ferrari in a drop six   Fro's   Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes   Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo   Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream   See what I mean black queen   Stop actin' like crack fiends an'   Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all   Play the wall hype   Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'   Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)   Shame came to yours   We like green   Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)      [Method Man:]   Ladies and gentlemen   Your about to see   A pastime hobby about to be   Takin' to the next degree   By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee   Watch out bitches is too nosey   Backhand slappin' the phoney   Got to walk it off can't mosey   Who got you open up   Crack pipe still smokin'   Face frozen   Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D   Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron   My thing hold down the play-pen   And say the nursery rhymes they makin   Come on now   Shits too real   Fuck you and now your man feel   Time don't stand still for y'all bitches   Wanna Big Ball   I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals   Im losin' it now   Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw   Aiyyo   She multi-colored like a rainbow   Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo   On tracks we connect, politic ditto   Take that to that      [Chorus: 2x]