[Intro]
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store man
Sup kid?
Get that baking soda
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
Represent kid
(Tony Starks)
Universal frontier
(Original blood claat bad bwoys)
[Chorus: Method Man]
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty
Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a n***a hottie, that ho pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah
36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster, six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a n***a catch his breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing
This rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
This goes for n***as who know
Wu will grow like yayo, lay low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up
Your n***as act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to
Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas
Sucking his dick up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, n***a, jail time jiggas
Them n***as up in hype Vigors lighting n***as
Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO n***as, yeah

[Interlude: Method Man & RZA]
Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin')
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo)

[Verse 3: RZA]
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings
Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking 206 bones
And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems?
The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show you what a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard
Or is it the RZArector coming to pay your ass a visit?
Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy millennium 2000, microchips, two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenaline, son, it's time for bouting
It's a model you're resembling, the n***as who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and
[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
Gods stepping forth upon holy ground of the track
It's the sound that surrounds
And hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the Masta
For what lurks is an expert that hurts
The individual who tries to visualize under
'Cause I strike like thunder
N***as couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is 360 degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my
Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome
Watch a n***a get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest

[Chorus: Method Man]
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef
So step back to the lab at high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels
The man rocking headbands, silk scarves and jams
Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right out of Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with eight million?
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flour-heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black n***as get caught with all that loot, kid?
There's jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies

[Outro]
Cosa, Cosa
Come on