[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel]

Yo (Yeah), new Ghostface! (True, indeed)

Glorious days, (True, indeed, God)

Check it out, y'all

We back, yes, yes, y'all (Fake roller derbies), yeah

Masked Avengers, (We're here to sharpen your sword)

All praise is due, T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan

Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

We at the weed gate waiting for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches

Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest

Pull out this kite from this white bitch

Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"

Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water Batallion

Past tense placed in gold caskets

Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque

Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist

Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit

Rumor is you might start to spit

You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor

Makeover's free followed by gauze

Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

The branches in my weed be the vein

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See Daddy rock a wristful

Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog your goggles

Laying like needles in the hospital

Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle

Ziploc the air, hear thistle

[Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.]

To my real bitches, take your drawers off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off"

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the Black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash

Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash

Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash

Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed

Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash

Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this

Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins

Watch the Black mayor of DC hit the mocha

Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over

Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture

Castor Troy laying for Travolta

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog y'all and grow up

[Outro: Ghostface Killah, Tommy Whispers & The Sweet Inspirations]

Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint

We all connect as one

That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all

Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One

Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo

Staple-town, B (What?)

How many nuts you might bust? One

Haha, straight up and down (What?)

Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?)

How many shots? One

How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome

And it only takes one

That's it, word up

How many cakes we bake, y'all? One

Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One

Hahaha, at a time, nigga

At a time, you know we do, at a time

Dope fiends, dummy

Like, like, like, like (One)

How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit?

One