[Intro: Raekwon]

We gon', we gon', we gon', we gon'

We gon' what? Collect collect, nigga, and network

That's the part of the game, that's the part of the game, that niggas

Never understood

About what the fuck we stand for, you know what I mean?

I got your babies, nigga, I got I got I got everything, nigga

You know what time it is, nigga, teach the deadly darts, you hear me

You hear me?

[Raekwon]

Aiyo, call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line

Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift

Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was drapped

Caked out, half a million dollars in coats

Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all

Selection, stock brokers with coats on

Make coke suggestion, all twin glizzies

Fireman, gucci boots on, sideways action, murder niggas 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, convesatin like the Dutch

Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae

Flows that blow thru your roll and Holand

Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin rhyme black

Half the year, half my niggas sittin upstairs

Takin pictures of ya niggas wack gear

Nikes that leap up in trees, big guns and big V's

In front of your mother building, all knees, yo

Spread mercy on 'em, get to moving like, big Percy on 'em

Coming (thunder, get around that)

[Ghostface Killah]

Porcealin floors with a dog named Ginger

Bottle cap niggas 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 niggas got a 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 Damian

[Method Man]

I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk

Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers

Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls

It be us, fuck ya law, niggas 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?

Ya down with the syndrome: retarted

I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and

Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair

Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner daughter

That y'all, but not us

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]

(Big shit, thunder) Get around that