Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Yeah, yeah, y`know, tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface
(C`mon)
Raekwon, Meth

See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex
Select paper and invade all the illest ni**as
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin`
Layin` in the lab with rolls o` fly Mo-et ho
All ni**as eatin`
(Woah)

Wreckin` ball gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
F**kin` wit` mine or how we design
My ni**as might find ya

Layin` in the tropics, big dick s**t on park
They way his Clarks look, ni**as on top it
Movin` out, colored Durangos switch to me, broke
That`s how I picture rich ni**as with the same coats
All rich ni**as with the same coke

You can catch us cruisin` all on a ship
Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin` a bitch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate)
Wu s**t, my whole click
(Ultimate, ultimate)

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin` me love
Sayin` "Peace" to the ni**a that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin` a pose
Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud`s

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, ni**a what`s happenin`?
Any s**t, holdin` my dick, smokin` a clip, thanks for askin`
Mashin`, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins

All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I`m bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out

All magazine`s lit, the fly life we live
The lingo is to let y`all ni**as know
High ni**as rent , I`m set like nuh, purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let`s murder everything that Wu wanted sent

I`d better pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
(You betta)
Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics
(Come on, come on)

And my mouth stay dry `cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
I`m not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I`m just a ni**a that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t`ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, got`s to be a lot to see a rock
[Unverified] be beamed up behind the stove
Askin` how Maria pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer

From Star`s Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
When yo` head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook `em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter

Two murders in the `hood, we call `em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher
I get skeet in the bleachers

And your girl, I might eat her
I`m a lover, not a biter
(Well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece

He`s as good as the rest of `em
And as bad as the worst
So don`t hate me
You`d better move over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, f**kin` idiots

Yo, uh, uh, wallets motherf**kers
That`s right, all my s**t is bulletproof
Stoop for the bulletproof
(Yeah)
Yeah, Projects
(Yeah)

Bulletproof wallets
(DJ, DJ)
On yo` ass ni**a, you heard?
Dirt-ass ni**as, ya ni**as ain`t got a chance
Stadio, one-three
Word up, ya now dead