[Intro: Raekwon]

[Intro: Raekwon] 
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah 
Maintaining, maintaining, you know? 
You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? 
Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? 
Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on 

[Chorus: Method Man] 
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W 
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu 
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya [bad word]  let's get it in 
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin 
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do 
Brand new, [bad word]  back from the slums, it be the Wu 
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu 

[Raekwon] 
You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags 
Ski masks is on, g-rags  [bad word] try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass 
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask 
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject 
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most 
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats 
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes 
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information 
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments 
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything 
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome 
Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits 
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby 
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole [bad word] 
Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it 

[Chorus] 

[Ghostface Killah] 
Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill 
They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up 
Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef 
So watch how the kid turn it up 
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters 
Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus 
Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work 
The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas 
When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around 
Gold collect, 36, so before bomb 
My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung 
Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong 
Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales 
Laying niggas like ceramic tile 
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile 
Laying niggas in the nuts, [bad word]  [bad word] I'm foul 

[Chorus] 

[Method Man] 
We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things 
Vote for money, crams in my pocket, Chef cook for me 
Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble 
I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood dude 
Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking 
God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint 
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock 
Then let these niggas go off top 
We rock [bad word]  dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it 
I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished 
I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you [bad word]  the plot thicken 
I'm [bad word] the glow, spitting, if [bad word] don't stop snitching 
Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing 
And two divas wit they tops missing 
Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be 
But I don't want my children to be