[Verse 1: Method Man]

Went from entertainment to enterprise

Kill a rhyme, kill a generation like genocide

I've been a five, explicit sticker; you've been advised

That red dot market, the target has been identified

We been outside, game already been gentrified

Simplify, ready for war like I've been Semper Fi

Energy I energize, if ain't energizеd I improvise

And start taking shots like I ain't been immunized

If you ain't dеad then pretend you died, you feminized

Rappers see the signs of out an outcast; Aquemini

Big Boi, 'Dre Three-Stacks, these are some friends of mine

Spending time but my payback ain't gotta spend the a dime

That's how you end a line, last stop

You at the end of line and think "Why me?" like the end of rhyme

I clothes-line any close encounter of any kind

If I got any problems with anybody at any time

[Chorus: PXWER]

Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (What you saying?)

Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)

Aye, tell your homie move back bruh (Aye man watch out)

I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)

Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (What you saying?)

Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)

Aye, tell your homie move back bruh (Fall back bro)

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Yo

I'm big bro, no, I mean I'm literally big bro

Now big dough, New Orleans for short, now that's a big no

Big hand chokeslam rappers, they want the Big Show

My big bang theory's the shot wrapped in a big .4

Big Doe Rehab, paper shredder, I rip flow

He cut his words for buck and a half, that's off the rip though

But get low, like y'all ain't know I'm the shhh though

Like Tony Montana, don't sniff blow, that Sniff, yo

Meth man, yes am I-yes'm, make that a yes man

Mama finna save me a plate, make that a "Yes, ma'am"

Ain't gotta tell em just how I get em, I just can

And I ain't gotta tell em why I'm a legend, I just am

In hindsight I made loud records for Def Jam

When y'all kept it cool I was hot, I got the best fans

What's hood? Y'all ain't gotta listen, I'm good

Got my hands on this genie bottle and I'm wishing you would

[Chorus: PXWER]

Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (What you saying?)

Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)

Aye, tell your homie move back bruh (Aye man watch out)

I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)

Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (What you saying?)

Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)

Aye, tell your homie move back bruh (Fall back bro)