[Intro: Raekwon]

Uh-huh

Talk, talk to me, talk to me

It's a serious one right here (Ah)

Shit is real, bro

Staten Island boys is back

Goddamnit (Hahahah)

New York, New York

What the fuck is y'all talkin' 'bout?

Turn that flame on

Kneel, nigga, kneel when you see us, nigga

Let's go (Shit, nigga, let's go)

[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]

Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many Rugers

Jim's is five-hundred bands, spam, I swam through Bermuda

Switches got muzzles, soon as rebuttals happen, we guzzle

Then everything get twisted like a puzzle

Cybertrucks flyin' back to Lux, no doubt

News camera seize the moment, that's alligator tux

I'm comfortablе, said it two more times, use thе ducks

Remove yourself quickly, might flip you in the clubs

Eight hundred troopers, they all in coupers

Doopies, shotguns and gooses, Ice rockin' boosters

Bitches call me Moussa, Mansa you're ruthless

Wow, he got so handsome, his cutie know his future

That's fuchsia, flexin' in a spectrum with Medusa

Versace jean jacket, interior is blue cut

No hookah, only big bags eatin' grouper (Yeah)

You scavengers, run and tell your managers the Wu comin‘ (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, bandanas, mask scanners, chain swingin'

Pulsatin' plug, clique, niggas do damage

Plus, niggas got them semi-autos when we out in Yemen

Buried all over the desert, baby MAC-11s

Clap reverends, grab a big bag on the crap sevens

Past, present, I'll be G-O-A-T 'til I crash Heaven

Monstrous bankrolls, Modelos and pesos

I'll send a few of you back to the essence and have a great show

My wrist game, call it gold caviar

Shootouts on the burgundy, Schwinn with gold handlebars (Damn)

Clarks on, flyin' through the Autobahn

An old deuce flick been placid inside a Audemars (Whoo)

Catch a photo from the side like Hitchcock

The commas on the side of my neck, it's all big rocks (Whoo)

When I'm holdin' nothin', movin' on gridlock

Yo, Wake, I might show up for dolo with a big Glock

[Verse 3: Method Man]

I been official, but y'all don't think it's beneficial

Because my bottom line don't benefit you

The mission was a missile, I'm fittin' to send you a missile

That's fittin' to hit your fitted, that crown ain't fittin' to fit you (Nah)

Trippin', I'm fittin' to trip you, short vacation, I trip you

It's simple and that go triple for anybody that's with you

If people know you ready, already know it's an issue

You foul now, it's official, them people blowin' them whistles

A ref's not a reference when people goin' against you

Your press is not impressive, them people pressin' to bench you

F it, I'm mental, this method is not medicinal

In fact, the earth I'm waterin', air and fire, I'm elemental

That's right, I said it, now give me credit with my credentials (Uh-huh)

And instrumental with fair regards for my essentials

You get it? Plus a New York fitted to guard the temple

Them tracks you bumpin', I come with somethin' to pop your pimple

Guessin' I'm proactive, too prolific for all you pro rappers

Who can't find an angle of protractor

They non-factors, haters, just agitators

These bars might take a shot and don't need a chaser to catch ya

'Til Peter pay up, it's vital that Peter pay us

In order to get my cake up, I need a baker for rapture

[Outro]

But still, how will I find them though?

There is a man who can help you

They know that he's got the money

And there's enough there to make them rich for life