Shh, shit ain't over
Rae, we gotta generate, Lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots it's forfeit it
Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah, yeah, okay
Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
And Walbaums to vegetables
We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
They want some free cd's, I'm like, "See these, nuts"
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on creepin'
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's hot nikkels
With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
Honey's bee like Meth, I be like what?
Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth fit it
Wrap up the whole rap government
Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
I'm intellectual, plus professional
See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted, two puffs and off wit it
Your street team, bunch of weaklings
Go 'head, ya'll floss wit it, walk wit it, I slap your boss wit it
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
We comes undisputed, with batteries included
The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
Let the herb spots run till the cops come, suppose
Godbody, House your Party, watch the kid 'n' play
Respect when a grown man is speakin'
I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there
