Yeah, yeah, I love Math   Yeah, yo, yo      Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?   Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?   Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz   Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is      This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly   And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me   Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top   I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac      N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green   Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?   Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****   Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit      Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers   Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours   This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw   Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa   Hurting them, pa      Up from the 36, back on that bulls***   Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip   Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***      Up from the 36, back on that bulls***   Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip   Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***      Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math   Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me   Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift   Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free      Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers   Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V   Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E   It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he      Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds   Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head   And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread   You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge      Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk   The mean streets for paused types callers are read   Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident   Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds      Up from the 36, back on that bulls***   Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip   Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***      Up from the 36, back on that bulls***   Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip   Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***      Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest   Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest   Put the chest to the back of your vest   Trap your packet, take the money and jet      N****z posted, but you posing no threat   Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex   Front, see how many shots you will get   I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect      I'm just a man to respect   Watch your step, son, your funeral's next   Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck   The other hand is attached to the tech      Your next move could mean life or death   Make move, take baby steps   Hold that thought, n****, save your breath   We hold courts in the streets we rep   For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s*****      Up from the 36, back on that bulls***   Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip   Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click   Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***