[Raekwon]
   Shake them niggaz
   Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
   Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
   She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz
   to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
   Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone
   A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
   Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
   Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
   Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
   Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that
   Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
   Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
   You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
   You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
   Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
   Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks
   Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child
   But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
   Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
   Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
   He's a slave cop, behave pop
   Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat
   at the Purple Haze spot
  
   [Method Man]
   I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh
   when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues
   Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
   We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin
   Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
   your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
   That's somethin niggaz can't pardon
   City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment
   So I see no need to mention, the potency
   of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery
   out the back of them wisecracks
   Distorted for your get high you hijack
   These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
   This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
   Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem
   Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from
  
   Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains
   (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)
   We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)
   *together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies
   Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money
  
   [Ghostface]
   Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
   Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
   Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
   Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
   Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey
   Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
   He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
   Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
   This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
   Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner
   Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style
   Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel
   Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip
   Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
   His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin
   God you see how he was laid out, in the grass
   with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
   Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
   Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo
   He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo
   He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
   Posin like he rappin out...