[Verse 1: Method Man]

Damn, feds done raided the meth lab

I'm Tom Selleck, them boys hatin' on Meth stash

Got Meth mad, somebody playing with Meth bag

If Michael Jackson gone, it's just bad

This ain't a frown emoji, this just sad

This package I'm supplyin' is the best class

Won't brag, I have you flyin', no jetlag

Challengin' the signs of red flags

It just ain't addin' up, that's just math

Check my numbers to check cash

Phenomenon, I drop jewels, no neck rash

She quick to smash, no Ramadan, she just fast

Like opportunity just passed

Life in my community just flash

Like a muzzle when that blast

Silent weapons for quiet wars, you quiеt, boy

Them folks singin' ain't choir boys, that's fire, boy

I've been through somе things other rappers retire for

And still spending Gs from a while, boy

If I put my two and two together, don't even know what you tryin' for

Imagine dyin' don't even know what you're dyin' for

I've been through some things other rappers retire for

Ain't nobody over here cryin', so what you cryin' for?

[Chorus: Elaine Crystal, Method Man & Cappadonna]

Better chill with the slime if you ain't built for the time

You buggin', stay in your pocket, or get chalked out of line (What you cryin' for?)

Stop cryin', stop cryin'

Stop cryin', stop cryin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Too many new jacks playing the cryin' game (Facts)

They all sound alike now when they rhyme the same

The veterans was on top, now times has changed

Gotta change ya mindstate or get blown out the frame (What?)

I'm a old head, young nigga, head bunk pun niggas (Yeah)

Tally with my comrades, hustle and jump niggas

Don't violate the Shaolin grain, we pile on the train

Meth lab, PLO Staten Island Hussain

Off the gridlock, come out, smash ya brain

New niggas wear panties, dumb out, act strange

Ask 'em what they cryin' for, tears in they champagne (Shaolin)

Scared to rap when Wu's here, can't maintain

Nah, you not the shit, son, you more like a doo-doo stain

When we let off, you better duck when that bazooka bang

We got the rap game locked, mad stupid slang (What up, Meth?)

On some Slick Rick shit with the dookie chain (Uh-huh)

Smack him in the face while his tears are dryin'

160 crew, we leave him on the stairs cryin'

[Chorus: Elaine Crystal & Method Man]

Better chill with the slime if you ain't built for the time

You buggin', stay in your pocket, or get chalked out of line (What you cryin' for?)

Stop cryin', stop cryin'

Stop cryin', stop cryin', yeah, yeah