[Raekwon]
   Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
   Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift
   Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was drapped
   Caked out, half a million dollars in coats
   Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all
   Selection, stock brokers with coats on
   Make coke suggestion, all twin glizzies
   Fireman, gucci boots on, sideways action, murder niggas fear me
   yo
   Cash that he did Clinton, rentin his mother crib out
   We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid
   Drugs that Hendrix was on, convesatin like the Dutch
   Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae
   Flows that blow thru your roll and Holand
   Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin rhyme black
   Half the year, half my niggas sittin upstairs
   Takin pictures of ya niggas wack gear
  
   [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
   Listen to the (clap)
   Real niggas (clap)
   Rich niggas (clap)
   My bitches (clap)
   If you love pussy then y'all niggas (clap)
   If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (clap)
   If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (clap)
   If you bare witness to Allah y'all (clap)
   Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas clap
   (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap)
   Good hats, sloppy automatics that clap
   (Big shit, thunder) Get around that
  
   [Ghostface Killah]
   Porcealin floors with a dog named Ginger
   Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners
   Then slide thru your hood in hoods
   Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods
   Holdin up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit
   One shot and ya mans on it
   The little kids watch from down the block
   Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
   Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
   Fuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at it
   Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle
   and
   2000 Mark Damon'in
  
   [Hook: Method Man]
   Clap ya hands now, clap, clap ya hands now, clap, clap
   Clap, clap ya hands now, clap, clap, clap ya hands now
   People clap ya hands
  
   [Method Man]
   I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell
   the funk
   Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
   Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya
   walls
   It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because"
   No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
   Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
   Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
   Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
   Ya down with the syndrome: retarted
   I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the
   boards and
   Take it to square, this ain't no Yakool affair
   Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner daughter
   That y'all, but not us
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Outro: kung fu sample]
   During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem
   The rules and commandments, that void, deceit
   Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak
   Never despise the pour, always respect yourself