[Intro: Method Man]
    Spark that shit up
  and lets fly
  Oh my people
  Heyyy Ohhhh
  Ahhhh Hooooo
  Eiiii Heyyy
    [Verse One: Sticky Fingaz]
    I'm a hoodlum
  A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding
  Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen
  I got no morals my mind is in the gutter
  KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter
  Soak you when you least expect it
  Before I met Russel I only had a jail record
  Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
  These Evil Streets got a mind of their own
  My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
  I grew up selling crack
  And learning to drive a car jack
  I got street smarts and I use intuition
  I can spot an undercover with my x-ray vision
  And if anybody test me out there
  They gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
  I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
    [Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]
    Its all about the next caper
  The cocaine, props and acres
  For the sake ah
  Snatchin the green paper
  Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight
  The news highlight
  When the next shit don't go right
  Its so tight its blazing
  A nigga squeezed hayz in
  got 'em geezing for a runner
  Then the plot thickens
  On point like Rod Strickland
  Clocks ticking
  Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
  Hitting they stash
  And murdering like and expert
  Cover ya tracks
  And conceal that dirty shit
    [Chorus: Method Man]
    This is for the gun Triggers
  The noise bringers
  This is for the gun slingers
  Bell ringers
  The bootleggers
  And every day bangers
  And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'
    [repeat 2X]
    [Verse Three: Sonsee]
    Its all about the $50,000 cars
  Dice games and ice chains
  We out of the average niggas price range
  Rings and Remy mixed with Henny
  Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
  This nigga had mad deco
  Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow
  All you heard was the gun echo
  On a dead nbight I get my head right
  Running red lights no headlights
  Pumping Buddah in a black Benz
  Pulling out Mac 10's
  Its just the smell of fucking cigarettes
  Broke niggas with assed out
  Took 2 puffs and passed out
  Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin
  amped him up
  I guess thought it was hempacillin
  Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
  Aye yo JB hit me one time
    [Verse Four: Method Man]
    Its the Blaze that be Johnny
  Not many shots can do that ass raunchy
  Lyric to the muzak we rolling
  Watch out for the niggas that be holding
  Raunchy fucking up your colon
  Of course its Tical
  Verbal assault
  We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
  Some talk
  While other individuals walk
  In my square tryin' to hide thoughts
  Spreading lies in my ears
  Got me questioning my peers
  That be show and prove they don't belong here
  I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen
  Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records skipping
  My competition gotta keep me at arms distance
  I know myself onion head niggas don't listen
  I shoot the what
  Got no time for that wiz bitchin'
  I'm about to blow in 5 seconds
  The clocks ticking consider this another mission
  impossible as he gets hostile
  Uncut blowing up your nostril
  We There
  Come on take another if you dare
  The reason why its so raw cause its real
  I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
  To the day I die I represent the Grimy niggas
  The ones who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
  The down and dirty Johnny fill Niggas
    [Yeah]
    [Chorus 2X]