作词 : Bean, Charles, Coles, Hunter ... All you hoes, be cryin for these ************ All you ******z, be cryin for these hoes [scratched samples] "both hands clusty" - ghost, "pullin out gats" - raekwon "double barreled" - meth, "blew off the burner kinda dusty" - ghost "we back, don't test" - raekwon, "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth "comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth "math, let the plate spin" - gza, "many brothers y'all be sparkin" "stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - inspectah deck "if ya ****** with wu, we gots ta ****** witchu" - method man [ghostface killah] Who the ****** knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the world trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane ************? Fly that ************t over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where i rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, ****** my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. bush sit down, i'm in charge of the war! [inspectah deck] Yes yes y'all, the i-n-s bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my ******z 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 [chorus: method man] Y'all know the rules, we don't ****** with fools man How the ****** did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya ****** with wu we gots ta ****** witchu [masta killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from (?), 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 [streetlife] How you livin streetlife? 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 [chorus] [raekwon the chef] Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in wendy's on viacom At home, it's worth money, i adorns Order drinks, all real ******z order your minks yo We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash visas livin like, easter e'ryday Don't ****** benz, rather a 430 That ************t that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo [method man] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with streetlife, 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 ************ttin? It's hot nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still ************in, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause i'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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 mother****** ain't wu, look at his neck "comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth - "wu, tang, wu, tang" [method man] It's wu-tang, ru************n yo' gang, cru************n the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames Let a ****** take off his shades, see what i'm sayin is.. [chorus]
作词 : Bean, Charles, Coles, Hunter ... All you hoes, be cryin for these ************ All you ******z, be cryin for these hoes [scratched samples] "both hands clusty" - ghost, "pullin out gats" - raekwon "double barreled" - meth, "blew off the burner kinda dusty" - ghost "we back, don't test" - raekwon, "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth "comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth "math, let the plate spin" - gza, "many brothers y'all be sparkin" "stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - inspectah deck "if ya ****** with wu, we gots ta ****** witchu" - method man [ghostface killah] Who the ****** knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the world trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane ************? Fly that ************t over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where i rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, ****** my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. bush sit down, i'm in charge of the war! [inspectah deck] Yes yes y'all, the i-n-s bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my ******z 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 [chorus: method man] Y'all know the rules, we don't ****** with fools man How the ****** did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya ****** with wu we gots ta ****** witchu [masta killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from (?), 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 [streetlife] How you livin streetlife? 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 [chorus] [raekwon the chef] Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in wendy's on viacom At home, it's worth money, i adorns Order drinks, all real ******z order your minks yo We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash visas livin like, easter e'ryday Don't ****** benz, rather a 430 That ************t that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo [method man] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with streetlife, 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 ************ttin? It's hot nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still ************in, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause i'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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 mother****** ain't wu, look at his neck "comin from the thirty-six chamber" - meth "bring it to em proper, potnah" - meth - "wu, tang, wu, tang" [method man] It's wu-tang, ru************n yo' gang, cru************n the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames Let a ****** take off his shades, see what i'm sayin is.. [chorus]
