[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift
Bracelets, murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out, half a million dollars in coats
Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all
Selection, stock brokers with coats on
Make coke suggestions, all twin glizzies
Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action
Murder n***as fear me yo
Cash that he did Clinton, rentin' his mother crib out
We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid
Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin' like the Dutch
Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae
Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland
Everybody now, trip up n***as, in clicks we posin' rhyme black
Half the year, half my n***as sittin' upstairs
Takin' pictures of ya n***as wack gear

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
Listen to the (Clap)
Real n***as (Clap)
Rich n***as (Clap)
My bitches (Clap)
If you love pussy then y'all n***as (Clap)
If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap)
If you real fucked up, then ya'll n***as (Clap)
If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap)
Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all n***as Clap
(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap)
Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap
(Big shit, thunder) Get around that
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo
Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger
Bottle cap n***as that rhyme, we the winners
Then slide thru your hood in hoods
Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods
Holdin' up gorilla, two n***as gotta hold that shit
One shot and ya mans on it
The little kids watch from down the block
Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
Fuck bitches raw, why? Cuz I'm a pro at it
Big birds danglin', cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and
2000 Mark Damon'in

[Chorus: Method Man]
Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap
Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now
People Clap ya hands

[Verse 3: Method Man]
Yo, yo
I drink till I'm drunk
Smoke skunk, with my stinkin' ass, smell the funk
Eekin' out the pores, cum stain, shitty drawers
Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin' graf' on ya walls
It be us, fuck ya law, n***as my cause is "because"
No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
Get down with the syndrome: retarded
I think it was them swordsmen
Place them chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to the square, this ain't no Yakool affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin' the coal miner's daughter
That y'all, but not us
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
Listen to the (Clap)
Real n***as (Clap)
Rich n***as (Clap)
My bitches (Clap)
If you love pussy then y'all n***as (Clap)
If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap)
If you real fucked up, then ya'll n***as (Clap)
If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap)
Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all n***as Clap
(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap)
Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap
(Big shit, thunder) Get around that

[Outro: kung fu sample]
During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem
The rules and commandments, that void, deceit
Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak
Never despise the poor, always respect yourself