[Intro: RZA, Method Man & Y-Kim the Ill Figure]

Shit is banging! You see what I'm saying?

Our shit is banging!

(Our shit is staining, son)

Yo, Shaolin running this shit, son

Running this shit!

(Staining)

What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?

What's up, man? What's up?

What's up? Representing Brownsville

Know I'm saying? Base

Peace to all my Brownsville niggas!

The alcoholics son

What's going on, son?

Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers!

Bedford-Stuy, nigga!

(Yeah, peace to the valley goat)

Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggas!

(Big up The Bridge!)

Yeah, fuck out of here, nigga!

[Verse: Method Man]

All I hear is gun shots, can I touch somethin'? What the Blood Clot!?!

Nigga want Tical? Make it happen

You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin'

We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start actin' like you live

It's all good, I'm rollin' with my clique

Owls, Backwoods and Phillies

Smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy got me flustered

Now the whole world looks dusted

I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted

For real, nigga touch it and you burn, when will motherfuckers learn?

What be spreadin' like a germ? Haha! It's Meth, word!

I be that early bird that got the worm, and if you check it

I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message

It be's no question it's them, bust the second guessings

Keep your thoughts on your lessons, What the Blood Clot!?!

To tell the truth, you don't amaze me

Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't faze me

What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this

Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the dutchess

Yeah! I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes

If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Kase

'Cause that's my peoples, I'm givin' you injections that be lethal

Weapons, when niggas start to half steppin', then I get evil

But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you

I'm humble, a fuckin' Killa Bee, far from bumble

I sting you *BZZZ* and I bring you

The 36 Chambers of head banger, bitch

What ya deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz

Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name

What the Blood Clot!?!

[Outro: Method Man]

Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

Keep it reals on this thing

First of all, I'd like to give a big up, peace and shout out

To my brothers in the belly of the beast

Raider Ruckus, we friends to the end and back again, baby, one love

Gin Lover, Shitty Brown, Pus Head, Pil, the P.L.L

Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm, Suu! We still in here, nigga

Jamel, one love, baby, Nice

Uncle Eric aka Shane, I ain't forget you, nigga

Shakim, Nutt, Big Shaft, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat

All the fugitives on the run

Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin

And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home on work release

Keep your heads up niggas

My people!

(Yeah, that nigga fuckin' Dirty Bastard, God, that nigga is crazy)

Fucked with a napkin on his dick

(laughter)