andquot;everywhere i turn, i see, your face...andquot;
[intro: raekwon]
yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, yaand'll
yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[raekwon]
and we the gods, still tear the whole hood apart
darts thatand'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
iand'm intellectual, plus professional
and walbaums to vegetables
shit is right here, like buyinand' fly gear
dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand rza
we left, the radio broke, i yoke my vocals, hittinand' green smoke
allah mathand', show me when the needle broke
numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass loud fouled up
never knew what they had, now they proud of us
picture my vision, precision, lines jumpinand' out of commission
divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
rae, we gotta generate, lord, i feel the ditech, the mildew
buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
wrap up the whole rap government
[method man]
go head, yaand'll floss wit it
walk wit, i slap your boss wit it
navy blue, new york fitted, iand'm cold frost bitted
two puffs and off wit it
you smell the herb, and'fore i lit the spots its forfeit it
blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
with no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
itand's the riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
who the pretender? and who the door man that let them enter?
the wu-tang, 36 chamand', what you smokinand'?
got you in the game chokinand', like van gundy coachinand'
your street team, bunch of weaklings
donand't ever let me catch your reachinand'
respect when a grown man is speakinand'
shh, keep on sleepinand', and just like tlc, i keep on andquot;creepinandquot;
the five percent of yaand'll, keep on teachinand'
the heat seakinand', missile official, that got issues
like funk doc got snot tissue, itand's hott nikkels
andquot;everywhere i turn, i see, your face, but youand're never thereandquot;
[method man]
shh... shit ainand't over..
okay, now, same shit, different day, grindinand', gettinand' paid
self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
godbody, house your party, watch the kid n play
yaand'll gonand' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
roll that izza, pour me another kizza
bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they canand't get up
shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
i was just another stick in the mud, on a saturday
thinkinand', how iand'mma get the fifth in the club
see my crew thick, everyday i fights to prove it
we comes undisputed, with batteries included
honeyand's andquot;beeandquot; like meth, i be like what?
they want some free cdand's, iand'm like andquot;see theseandquot; nuts
[outro: method man]
if yaand'll muthafuckas gettinand' high tonight, say all right, haha
if yaand'll muthafuckas gettinand' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
it be tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
it be tical, ok, haha, yeah..
