[Scratch Intro: Peter Rosenberg, Raekwon & Method Man]

But listen to the Wu, son

Bu-bu-bu-but listen to the Wu, son

But listen to the Wu, son

Pass the weed nigga, who got a lighter?

M-E-T-H-O-D Man

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Look, thinking faster than a blink

After I smoke a rapper, pluck the ashes in his drink, don't really care what rappers think

I bring it back to Cuban Linx, the flow don't go extinct

As far as quotas, I'm straight like ain't no soda in my drink

Drunk off power, I swear I'm finna throw up in the sink

Cop some sour, these coppers finna throw me in the clink

Like a mobster, Sinatra finna show up with the mink

Flow is bonkers, you rappers finna show up to a shrink

Therapeutic, assume them Jesus

Ain't near Judas, just shooters

Kindly step to thе rear, Grand Pubas

For the coolest old-schoolеrs since the suede Puma

And all my karats begin with K, not Kay Jewelers

I made maneuvers, and for my family I make futures

Pipe full of smoke, now who want smoke? I make hookahs

Uh, the same reason I don't take Ubers

New York state, I don't do statements for state troopers

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Ayo, the face mask is Louis (Nah), Uzi taped under the chair

Like the apocalypse, come rock me if you dare

Capturin' enemies, we sneaky

Camo suit, call it the glamor suit

Moviemakers, Rosie on the news

The cold name is turkey wings

Holdin' them "Hurt me" things

Personally, I change kings, it's more dangerous

Rap game, we mastered

Stealth blaster, pens got hydrochloric acids

Spit in your face, yeah, your forehead smashed in

Yeah, we scare away them Earth, Wind & Fire verbals

Comments coming, behold, bro, we throwing glaciers

With chrome P9s on G time

Homie, Shallah Louis Rich, peace sign and blew the streets

[Verse 3: Willie the Kid]

Yo, ice-cold like a Michelob

Load the nickel-plated and the bands playing Nickelback

Michigan plates, motherload, this ain't chicken scratch

Kickin' back, scratchin' dent, this a different batch, I'm baggin' chicks

With heirlooms in their earlobes, I'm crowned prince

I'm their apparent, apparently a suede trench

Distinctive rockin' trinkets, the banks I frequent

Request the manager to speak with, you been delinquent

I'm drinking mescal with freaks out in Mesa beach

My recipe cook the beat like it’s escabeche

Capisce? You fuckin pantsies, I'm buying land (Buyin' that shit)

I'm not the type of man you can reprimand

Understand that this the best part, parting waves

Like a fool and his new money, pardon my ways

I don't raise, I immobilize, I mobile guys

I'm getting paid to socialize

Champagne socialist, the leading vocalist

Showboat, not a show business

Driven like a chauffeur, who dope is this?

Rosenberg told me to tap in, the Wu banger

From Shaolin to Gun Ru, next chamber

[Scratch Outro]

Maintain, it's all real

But listen to the Wu, son

Rosenberg, Raekwon the Chef

(Meth-Tical) Willie the Kid

Hold it down, boy