Lyrics:

(Flav) Two thousand and two!
(Chef) Lookin like a tennis player
(Flav) Representin the Wu!
(Chef) You gangsta nigga?
(Flav) Two thousand and two!
(Chef) You? You isnt!
(Flav) Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
(Chef) Stand for it right now

(Flavor Flav)
Two thousand and two! ... You know how we do!
For you and your crew! Representin the motherfuckin Wu!

(Raekwon the Chef)
Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on
Lookin raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin at?
600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us
Yall niggaz is fake - all yall do is steal from us
Remember this line, Im that nigga word to my mother
Slap one of yall fake ass niggaz
Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums
All big niggaz heavy on the wrist play diss niggaz
Ghost story blow em, RZA throw the fork through em
Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him
Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what?
Slide in the 7, measure the whips

(Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav))
Its soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)

(Masta Killa)
Im a dollar and a dream from seein a brick
In grimy hallways, slingin nicks and treys
When its on then its on and poppin, shots lickin
Im spittin this shit for the hood, glock clickin
Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat
I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper
Holdin red pepper, everybody on reach
I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand
Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature
Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia
Gundeliro (?) Self I savior, I need the (uh)

(Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav))
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)

(Ghostface Killah)
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Aiyyo I got the whip smellin like lemon
Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and
I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator
We like our guns warm, its easier to make the papers
Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost Gd off
The tracks like doin six months and Ima beat off
At the airport attention always flow in my direction like
You let the best then sparkle his perfection and
Bitches be askin them, Ghost you got so much shit
You need to cash in, bracelets matchin em

(U-God)
Yo, yo
Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx
Jukebox records, flatfooted cops
Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks
Mamas apple pie in the park hopscotch
Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb
In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb
Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings
Uptown Saturday, Cotton Came to Harlem
Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum
Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom
Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ
When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him
The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier
Ford motor gear, your life and times queer
Smokey the Bear, Burt Reynolds gray hair
Throw em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, its

(Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan + (Flavor Flav))
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)

(Flavor Flav)
Im the nigga that got you talkin bout Fight the Power..

(Meth) Aiyyo Flav
(Flav) Whassup Meth?
(Meth) What you know about niggaz from Long Island right?
(Flav) Huh?
(Meth) True Long Island right?
(Flav) All my life!
(Meth) All your life right?
(Flav) All my life!
(Meth) Westbury
(Flav) Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island
(Flav) And and an-an-and went through Westbury too
(Flav) You from Westbury?
(Meth) Nah I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them
(Flav) Oh stop jokin, I aint know that
(Flav) You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead!
(Flav) The Heights man
(Meth) Yeah, (?)
(Flav) Word up, come on man
(Meth) (?)
(Flav) Oh, what?
(Meth) (?), Hundred Terrace Avenue
(Flav) Stop jokin, the El Dorados, nigga what?
(Flav) I got family up in El Dorados right now nigga word!
(Flav) Thats where Im from, thats my block!
(Flav) Thats MY BLOCK RIGHT THERE! Aiyyo!
(Laughing)
(Flav) Thats right yall, thats right, its all good
(Flav) Me and Method Man from the motherfuckin hood!
(Flav) So get it from the Bricks to the fuckin wood!
(Meth) Yeah NIGGAZ!
(Flav) KnowhatImean? Word up to the bird up
(Flav) They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup
(Flav) Nigga!
(All laughing)
(Flav) Oh yo man you just hit me in the head with a brick for real
(Flav) You got me bleedin from the side of the head Meth
(Meth (mumbling)) ... youre a beautiful fuckin person
(Flav) Yo Meth... yo Meth...

(Flavor Flav)
Yo check one two
Without me havin my finger in the plug
Im gettin shocked anyway, hahaha!

Since youre all so skilled,
Lets fight your way - Shaolin style. Come on!