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[Intro:]*sounds of fighting*[M]- Method Man[R]- Raekwon[G]- Ghostface Killah[U]- U-God[M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man?[R] Yo Meth, hold up, hold upYo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya?First of all, where my--Where the fuck is my tape at?[M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son[R] How you ain't go my shit,When I let you hold it man[M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kidThe shit just came up missin' man[R] Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit manCome on, go head with that shit[M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man*knock knock*[R] Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo whatWhat's up[G] Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his headTwo times God [word to mother]Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, godWord is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, GodWord is bond, I'm comin to get my Culture Cypher, godAnd it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck offThe nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God[M] Is he dead? [word up][G] Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead godWhat kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think?The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin bloodComin out of his--[U] Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid[G] Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bondI'm waitin to fuckin late, i'm ready to get busy[R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it[U] What's up yo, yo we out or what?[G] It's the god ya, fuck thatWe out, got a problem manWhat the fuck[U] Nigga still sweatin[G] What the fuck is you talkin about man, get the fuck outta here[R] Corn[Intro: Raekwon (Method Man)](Take that motherfucker){WHAT? WHAT?GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!{Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggazWord to the Camouflauge Large niggaz(Niggaz fuckin my body)Bring that fuckin meth in here(Yo yo yo yoNow we gonna drink some good Nightrainand yo, set it off)[Raekwon]Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knockedThen attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down)As I come and freaks the sound, hardcorebut giving you more and more, like ding!Nah shorty, get you open like six packsKiller Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracksAight? I kick it like a Night Flight!Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bedJust like rockin what? Twin glocks!Shake the ground while my beats just break you downRaw sound, we going to war right nowSo, yo, bombinWe Usually Take All Niggaz GarmentsSave ya breath before I bomb it[Method Man]I be that insane nigga from the psycho wardI'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang swordSo how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cowI'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, TicalThe FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du'I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng rootPLO style, buddha monks with the owlsSo who's the fuckin man? Meth-TicalOn the chessbox[Kung Fu sample]*sounds of fighting*'Wu-Tang style'[Inspectah Deck]Yo, yeah, yoI leave the mic in body bags, my rap style hasThe force to leave you lost, like the tribe of ShabazzMurderous material, made by a madmanIt's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad manFrom the bad lands of the killer, rap fanaticRepresenting with the skill that's illerDare to compare, get pierced just like an earThe Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardwareArmed and geared cause I just broke out the prisonCharged by the system - for murderin the rhythm!Now, lo and behold, another deadly episodeBound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode[Ghostface Killah]Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burstI ramshack dead in the track, and that's thatRap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrockI ran up in spots like Fort Knox!I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logicFlashback's how I attacked your whole projectI'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I dieMy seed'll be ill like meApproachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neckI get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cagePeace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave[RZA]YoYa gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewelsWhile the meth got me open like falopian tubesI bring death to a snake when he least expectAin't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya NeckRuler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatalQuick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navelSuspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensilThe pencil, I break strong winds up against yourAbbott, that run up through your county like the MaverickCaps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics[Kung Fu sample]*sounds of fighting*'Wu-Tang style'[Ol' Dirty Bastard]Are you, uh, ah, uhAre you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurahThe Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAHOl' Dirty clan of terroristsComin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nervesRhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curbI got funky fresh, like the old specialistA carrier, messenger, bury yaThis experience is for the whole experienceLet it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE[Kung Fu sample]*sounds of fighting*'Wu-Tang style'[GZA]My my myMy Clan is thick like plasterBust ya, slash yaSlit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta KillaStyle jumped off and Killa, Hill-erI was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier ManillaI came down with phat tracks that combine and interlockLike getting smashed by a cinder blockBlaow! Now it's all overNiggaz seein pink hearts, yellow moonsOrange stars and green clovers