[Intro: Plush whips and rollies, ice and stogies No bitch could hold me, in Thug World
[Inspectah I hold it the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over So quick, notice how we with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh tupper ware The Jungle, House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, out Give this course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the on, peelin' the tech Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and to the bids Twist a blunt in front of and still mash on the strip Face sick with the rap shit, them chips In the pits, stick shit, packing them grips Bad bitch with the black six, my dick She like, this your pussy, and she smash my Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the Niggas straight, an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' no 'chainsaw' Half y'all talk about it, but you don't war See my wolves eat the bones and we still more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the Next she was smuggling coke between the seams
Dexter Wiggles] + (RZA) If real niggas is listening, the we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from We in the for time... so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race a thug We would lose mind that we made of
You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's dollar bill Liable to a knife from out of his heal Snatch the sword from the with one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away this You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get One man, can't the land Like Method Man standing on the of fans See the and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop Started the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, to spark the wizzes