[Intro:
   DJ Kay Slay]
   Yo, this is a Wu-Banger 2001 noise maker
   Off the hook, guerilla anthem
   This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
   And I smack the shit outta any DJ's that front on this
   You think I'm playin? (Yo)
  
   [Chorus 2X: Method Man]
   I heard you ladies got them thang thang, do you really?
   I heard ya niggas like to bang bang, do you really?
  
   [Streetlife]
   I never play a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
   Never lust for the dane, I got dust in my Range
   Let her off in the brain, kid, talks with a slang
   Sniff a little blow with the rap Eddie Cane
   Spent a lotta dough, but it's so hard to explain
   And I fucked a lotta hoe's off the strength of the name
   Wu-Tang, see me at the next, flex with the game
   Snowboardin down the ski rain, it's a blue and gray frame
   Keep pointin ya finger, I'm that nigga to blame
   The main reason why you tuck ya chain
   Self proclaim, got a lotta props to gain
   And I leave in the rap game, the same way I came
  
   [Method Man]
   Now creep with me, as I roll thru the Stat'
   Lil' Meth got my back, so do Pinky Phat Phat
   Let me hit that, contact, learn how to act
   Before you bring that drama dee in, I pay the black
   Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
   These spy guys that wanna get high, but never buy
   Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
   Bitchin they biological clocks is tickin
   Wu limited edition, hot off the presses
   I guess it's curtains, for competition
   Meth is runnin them out, gun in my mouth
   The kid ya momma warned you about, tear down the house
   After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
   Ya tremblin, behind the krimlin walls, surrendrin
   That's what ya get for rushin, in the direction I was bustin
   Polish ya swords, ya shit is rustin
  
   [Chorus 2X]
  
   [Masta Killa]
   One two, testin testin, mic check wreckin
   Steps into the session, automatic weapon off safety
   Don't play me, but brings all them things but silencers
   My Clan is liver than ya average 85er
   Strive to stay alive, I play for keeps in ya streets
   Cuz it's real on the battlefield
   Shells hit the ground from the steel
   Bullets travel, sun set fire to ya mind
   Words combine, when I rhyme to free the blind
   Prepare my queen for battle in war gown
   I drank from the wine of violence, no tolerance
   Gave word bond, sword silence
   Me in military fatigue, bulletproof underneath
   Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets of Brooklyn
   Senseful, sugar with the rental
   While I'm lickin out the winnin at y'all, fuck y'all (Yo)
  
   [Chorus 2X]
  
   [Inspectah Deck]
   Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
   They blindin these site, we try to be nice
   They talk with smalk talk, we walk the long walk
   We lost, they all thought, they false to fall short
   We rock for hard rock, rock the hot block
   Shoppin cop rot, watch the top notch
   In action, begin to make ya head spin
   Wu-Tang a breadwine, we bang like veterans
   They pay for record spin, taste the medicine
   Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
   Hustle them for they twenty mill then buckle them
   Nuff to spend, out the blue bitches lovin them
   Dozen men, with the force of a hundred ten
   Stumblin, thug passion, it must of been
  
   [Chorus 4X]
  
   *beat changes*
  
   [Intro: RZA, (U-God)]
   The left nigga, I got this, I got this, I got this
   {Drive nigga} {Watch where the fuck you goin}
   (Shut the fuck up, dick face)
   Turn that shit up, nigga
   Get the fuck off the god
   What you bout to get into god, yo yo yo yo
  
   [RZA]
   Got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
   I got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
   You got to check out The W, got to check out-- The W
   You got to check out The W, gots to check out
   We struggle, eat grits, and huddle with clicks
   And rumble with clips and puddles will drip
   You fundle our shit, the tunnel we thick
   It's under the lip, this dog got slit
  
   [Outro: Ghostface Killah]
   Yo, yo, hold on, turn that shit down, turn that shit down, yo
   Muthafuckas is still right there, muthafuckas
   Give me that, I'mma tear one of these muthafuckas up right now
   I'mma tear one--
   Here they come, here they come right now, here they come
   Look like Raekwon, yo that (oh shit)
   What the fuck, that's Rae and Busta in that muthafucka?