It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
  
   [Method Man]
   Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
   It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know
  
   [Inspectah Deck]
   Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
   We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
   Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
   things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
   And as we step in the door, we cause panic
   Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
   Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt
   Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
   Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
   I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
   Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
   Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
   Still me - always have and will be
   Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free
   Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay
   And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
  
   [Chorus: Ron Isley]
   Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now
   My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now
   Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now
   Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now
  
   [Method Man]
   Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin
   Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
   Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
   Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
   Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
   And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
   Ante up cause if you blow the dice
   on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
   That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
   Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
   Searchin for a quick antidote
   Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
  
   [GZA]
   We were at the same table when the chips were checked
   A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+
   Just when you thought we would fold our hand
   Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
   It was live on air but in between station breaks
   I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes
   Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
   A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
   If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
   If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
   We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
   While the dealer promoted the full house venue
   A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
   The high roller who got credit upon signin
   They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
   Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
  
   [Chorus - 0.75X]
   [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!")
   [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change..
  
   [Raekwon the Chef]
   Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
   how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
   Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
   Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
   Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
   Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
   It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
   Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
   We on your floor look more doors
   Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed
   And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
   Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich
  
   [Ghostface Killah]
   Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio
   Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
   Everybody switched they names like
   Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
   It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
   Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
   Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
   We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
   RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
   Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
   Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
   Now niggaz with the radical shines
   It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me
   We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.
   World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
   We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Ron Isley ad libs to fade]