Lyrics:

(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA Masta Killa)**lf****lf**Intro:**lf****lf**And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get**lf**Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America**lf**Who wants to kill him?**lf**No information, say yes or no**lf**One point five million**lf**Alright, you get what you want -- money''s no object**lf**They''re all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable**lf**And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip**lf****lf**[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]**lf****lf**Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man**lf**Yo Starks come here, come here Sun**lf**Come here for a minute!**lf**Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up**lf**Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda**lf**Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!**lf**Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!**lf**Get the fuck off it man.**lf**Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.**lf**Niggaz is greedy man, damn.**lf**Big ass shits.**lf**Yo man you ain''t smoking none of that weed in here man.**lf**Chill man.**lf****lf**Bobby Steels **lf**Somebody go to the store man**lf**Sup kid?**lf**Get that baking soda.**lf**(Yo!) Let''s cut the pie five ways**lf**(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid**lf**Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)**lf**La cosa nostra**lf**(Johnny Blaze!)**lf**(Lou Diamonds!)**lf**Represent kid.**lf**(Tony Starks)**lf**Universal frontier**lf**(Original blood claat bad bwoys)**lf****lf**Chorus: Method Man**lf****lf**Who come to get you? None. They want guns!**lf**I be the first to set off shit, last to run**lf**Wu roll together as one**lf**I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one**lf****lf**Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze**lf****lf**Check it**lf**Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties**lf**Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty**lf**Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably**lf**Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real**lf**Ain''t nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer**lf**Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah**lf**36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it**lf**Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm**lf**Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground**lf**There''s a new sheriff in town holdin it down**lf**It''s the two holster, shit shot smoker**lf**Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster**lf**Wild in the West, a student of my culture**lf**And life is the test, hold up**lf**Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues**lf**And the last one is death, back to the essence**lf**With that shit you stressing, this rap profession**lf**Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin**lf**Isle plus my style, Criminology pays**lf**The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze**lf****lf**Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds**lf****lf**This goes for niggaz who know**lf**Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados**lf**Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit**lf**Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit**lf**Back at the lab a, crack''s bagged up**lf**Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta**lf**Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas**lf**Suckin his dick, up in the whip long**lf**Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas**lf**Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz**lf**Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah**lf**Jakes beware black rap millionaires**lf**Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year**lf**One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah**lf****lf**[Meth]**lf**Wu roll together as one**lf**I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one**lf****lf**Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels**lf****lf**Solid gold crown is shinin**lf**Solid gold, check it Sun yo**lf**Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds**lf**I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings**lf**Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected**lf**The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus**lf**Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones**lf**And watch yo'' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone**lf**How dare you approach it with dim pones**lf**The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean**lf**The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it**lf**The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit**lf**Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general**lf**Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial**lf**Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin**lf**goes up your adrenalin son it''s time for boutin**lf**It''s a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin**lf**Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle**lf****lf**Verse Four: Master Killer**lf****lf**God steppin forth upon holy down of the track**lf**It''s the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I''m under attack**lf**So I decided to bite down on the mic**lf**So the pain of the track won''t deny the fact**lf**That I''m the Master, for what lurks, is an expert **lf**That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under**lf**Cuz I strike, like thunder**lf**Niggaz couldn''t stand my heat, it''s unbearable**lf**My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial**lf**Systems are fractured by the killa tactics**lf**Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged**lf**Enter the entity, my vicinity**lf**Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity**lf**Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my**lf**Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so**lf**Feel the force of impact from the iron side of**lf**The gat as I attack the track**lf**From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome**lf**Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome**lf**piece, deceased, laid to rest**lf****lf**Chorus**lf****lf**Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks**lf****lf**Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room**lf**Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom**lf**Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath**lf**Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef**lf**So step back, to the lab at, high velocity**lf**My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy**lf**Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo**lf**Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels**lf**The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams**lf**Early 80''s british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams**lf**The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies**lf**Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany''s**lf**Remember them kids that came off with 8 million**lf**Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions**lf**Them flower heads must have been stupid**lf**Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid**lf**That''s jet money, undaground money**lf**Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies**lf****lf**Cosa cosa, come on...