- [Inspectah Deck]
I make m nod like Paedamin
see I'm live might dive off the mezzanine
Brown bomber sound harder the crowd bonkers
I'm bout dollars, I touchdown in your town holla
INS Gladiator call him Hustle Crowe
son a pro, watch these lame niggas, come and go
Bless with the poison pen, murder was the case
so I guess it's them boys again
Throw your deuce high salute I heed the general
the last one to run, I will take all ten of you
I'm feeling myself BK, wheeling the belt
rocking my shit eyes on the real wealth
Me and Goldie tell m it's easy money
now shorty wanna fuc, that's sleazy, honey
Fame call us money it change all us
get it how you live it or sing the same chorus
The game taught us nothing to bang for us
W claim all us, yeah, Wu-Tang for life
[Elzhi]
Look, was raised on the island of the misfits
the children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits
It's what you might call food for thought
and what's a killing season if you don't include the shark
Let's toss to start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught
you used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and
Took your common sense out your memory bank
and dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks
A homie, drive slow, like you in front of five oh
forks go in the road and your back is where the knives go
While the addicts hiding silver spoons
being cut so deep it's hard to heal the wounds
Those who flash and don't blast, they still buffoons
just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons
I'm like them shorties, that'll kill for goons
that started hustling in April to cop wheels in June
[U-God]
I want leverage ice cold beverage
money I can't count I black out, standing on Mount Everest
Life lessons, the cover of essence
it's pure excellence five ten, write down my measurements
Politic the deficit fingerprints no evidence
cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists
Hang with the specialist gold medalist
presidential cred eating steaks that's tenderous
Got my bread, catch me in Megan Fox bed
cash crop Gucci iPad bags, tall black top Nike's with fat laces
Riches from rags cashes and dime faces
got promoted up friends up in high places
Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy
closed full of gun son nothing but gadgetry
Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry
I'm high bread, nigga, words defy gravity
Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me, displayed up in gallery
capture me Wu-Tang forever, immortality, high salary
Blessing for my mother named Valerie and my two sons named after me
racks and stacks, swiftly I'm browsing
First class ticket to the moon, only cost, fifty thousand
niggas be dialing, it's understood
I'm running with goons, one of a mind Imported good,
can't let the hood consume me Lord
The last time I check, I'm fifty points on the boards, good lord
