[Intro: Method Man]

Rockness, what up?

Ron Browz, what up?

Staten Island, what up?

Hanz, what up?

Apple, what up?

Time to go in, hah

Ch'yeah

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Feel the tension when I walk into a room

Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon

Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon

Half you rappers gettin' shortbread and offered Lorna Doones

Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons

I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons

I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom

It's the sandman, they hopin' I don't show up with the broom

That's a sweeper

They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper

With lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper

Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer

I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper

My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either

Now I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features

Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise

Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics

[Chorus: Kash Verrazano]

The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)

Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop

Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)

But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)

The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)

Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop

One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)

Just for the niggas that hate it (Niggas that hate it)

[Verse 2: Rock]

1010 WINS, hindsight's 20/20

Thirty-thirty up in 40/40, light somethin' ugly

It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas gon' die over nothin'

Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny

Road warrior, Musa almost got locked up abroad

Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude, you locked up a broad

Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward

Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy

I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy

For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy

I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report

Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom)

Meth'll manhandle your man and you

I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude

Don't get your hands dirty, son

Son gon' do his whole fam dirty

Word to P and Dirty

[Chorus: Kash Verrazano]

The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)

Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop

Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)

But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)

The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)

Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop

One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)

Just for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah)