[Intro: Method Man]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Fuck you

[Chorus: Method Man]

What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs?

You wanna be pranksters? You wanna sell drugs?

You wanna be gangsters?

That's what silly boys are made of

What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs?

You wanna be pranksters? You wanna sell drugs?

You wanna be gangsters?

That's what silly boys are made of

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Ayo, ayo, Coogies in forty-seven flavors, display suade gators

We coming through to blaze neighbors

Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it

Lex Leonardo arts profit

Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry

Desert mountain crib in the ground, we housin' this

One-point-five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater

Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers

Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars

Taking what's ours, knowledge the car, pa

Don't be stupid, get a little cash, better swoop it

Throw it in the ground and recoup it

Next check was best, your family pack your shit

Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves

Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters

I met eighty of them niggas, yo

Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling

Let me teach, yo, enroll a student what

Rule one: yo respect if you lose son

Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn

All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in their fishtanks

Now he come home he a whale

Wolves in the projo's, projo's, yo

We realer up in my shows, yo, middle finger 5-0s

Take time to climb vines, yo

Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind

Sun splash cash, laying like three bags of hash

Fully wrapped in an Indian man's stash

[Chorus: Method Man]

Ayo, what you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs

You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs

You wanna be gangsters

That's what silly boys are made of

Ayo, what you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs

You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs

You wanna be gangsters

That's what silly boys are made of

[Verse 2: Raekwon & Method Man]

Ayo, get up, Lex should be bragging

Get it up, fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck

Prop-ness she holler like the Loch Ness

He large rock this, fresh Ferrari in a drop six

Fro's, yo talking about the dough on his clothes

Glaze is crushed up poking on rolls yo

Oh yeah and maybe getting cream

See what I mean black queen, stop actin' like crack fiends and

Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all

Play the wall hype checking how this lady walks, stay hawking

Grab the remain, divorce (Uh), shame came to yours

We like green, rock the same game plan, ours (Yo, yo)

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see

A pastime hobby about to be

Taken to the next degree

By M-E-F and the bloody Chef Boyardee

Watch out, bitches is too nosey, backhand slapping the phoney

Got to walk it off, can't mosey, who got you open up

Crack pipe still smoking, face frozen

Coke straw sticking out your nose and D

Proposing that you bleed on the Chef apron

My thing hold down the play-pen and say the nursery rhymes they making

Come on now, shit's too real, fuck you and how your man feel

Time don't stand still for y'all bitches

Wanna Big Ball, I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals

I'm losing it now

Going to pieces like a jigsaw

Ayo, she multi-colored like a rainbow

Mr. Mef and the Cuban Link kiddo

On tracks we connect, politic ditto, take that to that

[Chorus: Method Man]

What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs

You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs

You wanna be gangsters

That's what silly boys are made of

Ayo, what you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs

You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs

You wanna be gangsters

That's what silly boys are made of