Lyrics:

(feat. T.M.F.)

[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]
Yo, yeah {'New Ghostface!'}
Yeah, to glorious days {'one'}
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all {'one'}
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword {'one'}
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost

[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {'one'}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {'one'}
Talkin bout, 'Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast' {'one'}
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {'one'}
Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {'one'}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {'one'}
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {'one'}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {'one'}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein {'one'}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful {'one'}
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {'one'}
Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {'one'}

[T.M.F. - both]
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {'one'}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
and tell her Ghost said, 'Take your clothes off!' {'one'}

[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {'one'}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {'one'}

Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {'one'}
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {'one'}
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {'one'}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {'one'}
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {'one'}
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {'one'}
Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {'one'}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta {'one'}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {'one'}

Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {'one'}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {'one'}

[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ]
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as {'one'}
(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all
(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {'one'}
(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust? {'one'}
Haha, straight up and down
{'one'}
(How many shots?) {'one'}
{'one'}
(That's it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? {'one'}
(Yo, yo, yo) {'one'}
(Aw shit, haha) {'one'}
{'one'}