[Chorus: U-God]You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man(Wu-Tang!)I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man(Wu-Tang!)[U-God]I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, banglesPink records, check it, yeah, I make thoseMore paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingoOn my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkleMy twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkleTwist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingleWhen the nightfall, I'm tight with my white wallsThe greedy pain, draining on my life forceBehold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jawsFight law off, cuz I don't like ya'llHuh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the marketYou're brain washed, watch the starshipsI make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic armsKiss the comet, this time, he's goneI grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock itFly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch itHot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogusSteel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy discSwerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of meYou just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory[Chorus 2X][Method Man]Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chickCruising the highway, she twisting my piffYou see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitchThe type to shoot the gift, and blow every clipI know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my handJust like a fiend who took a package and ranPo-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park HillFor marked bills, ratchets and gramsSo I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shopGet this gwop, get the fuck out of dodgeMost my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scaredAnd keep the works stuffed in they brasThis is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle blackMy bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading backTo the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my backAnd you know we heading back to the top, nigga[Chorus 2X]