Lyrics:

Method Man:**lf**Yo, yo, yo, yo**lf**Fuck you**lf****lf**Chorus: 2x**lf**What you wanna be when you grow up**lf**You wanna be thugs**lf**You wanna be pranksters**lf**You wanna sell drugs**lf**You wanna be gangsters**lf**That''s what silly boys are made of**lf****lf**Raekwon:**lf**Aiyyo, aiyyo**lf**Cool G''s and forty seven flavors**lf**Display swade gators**lf**We comin through**lf**To blaze neighbors**lf**Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark**lf**A dutch spark it**lf**Lex Leonardo arts profit**lf**Apple cranberry mixed with crystal**lf**Fan worry**lf**Desert mountain crib in the ground**lf**We arsonists**lf**One point five a liter**lf**Take a taste**lf**Splash your heater**lf**Smack your face twice**lf**Clap your sneakers**lf**Shit is like a mission to Mars**lf**Fishin'' for bars**lf**Takin'' what''s ours**lf**Knowledge the car Pa**lf**Don''t be stupid**lf**Get a little cash**lf**Better swoop it**lf**Throw it in the ground and recoup it**lf**Next check was best**lf**Your family pack your shit**lf**Get vexed**lf**Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves**lf**Some niggas catch on later**lf**Try to put them on they haters**lf**I met eighty of them niggas yo**lf**Waitin'' on the sidelines droolin''**lf**Some need schoolin''**lf**Let me teach yo**lf**And roll a student what**lf**Rule one**lf**Yo respect if you lose son**lf**Don''t be big back about to learn to move dunn**lf**All hell to niggas in jails**lf**With sharks in they fishtanks**lf**Now he come home he a whale**lf**Wolves in the projo''s, projo''s yo**lf**We realer up in my shows yo**lf**Middle finger five O''s**lf**Take time to climb vines yo**lf**Lay on the lines**lf**Like Laury only lovin'' Rae kind**lf**Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash**lf**Fully wrapped in a indian man''s stash**lf****lf**Method Man:**lf**Aiyyo**lf****lf**Chorus: 2x**lf****lf**Raekwon:**lf**Aiyyo, get up**lf**Lex should be braggin''**lf**Get it up**lf**Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck**lf**Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness**lf**He large rock this**lf**Fresh Ferrari in a drop six**lf**Fro''s**lf**Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes**lf**Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo**lf**Oh yeah and maybe gettin'' cream**lf**See what I mean black queen**lf**Stop actin'' like crack fiends an''**lf**Brawl we wanna thank all of y''all**lf**Play the wall hype**lf**Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin''**lf**Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)**lf**Shame came to yours**lf**We like green**lf**Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)**lf****lf**Method Man;**lf**Ladies and gentlemen**lf**Your about to see**lf**A pastime hobby about to be**lf**Takin'' to the next degree**lf**By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee**lf**Watch out bitches is too nosey**lf**Backhand slappin'' the phoney**lf**Got to walk it off can''t mosey**lf**Who got you open up**lf**Crack pipe still smokin''**lf**Face frozen**lf**Coke straw stickin'' out your nose and D**lf**Proposin'' that you bleed on the Chef apron**lf**My thing hold down the play-pen**lf**And say the nursery rhymes they makin**lf**Come on now**lf**Shits too real**lf**Fuck you and now your man feel**lf**Time don''t stand still for y''all bitches**lf**Wanna Big Ball**lf**I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals**lf**Im losin'' it now**lf**Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw**lf**Aiyyo**lf**She multi-colored like a rainbow**lf**Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo**lf**On tracks we connect, politic ditto**lf**Take that to that**lf****lf**Chorus: 2x