Lyrics

[Skit: Raekwon & Shyheim] Peace, God Peace to the Gods How you, God? Studyin' 120 right now Call me back at the God Hour [Intro: Raekwon] The fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin' Light up the broccoli, kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow That's how we doin' it [Verse 1: Raekwon] Bound by honor, sword take over the set Rap from here to Quebec Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect, select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle Yo, every fly vandal — throw your project Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts Show mad support, drink a quart then vamp One nasty can blew My pen sterile, won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin' my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it, that's the ticket Silent 9's soundin' like crickets, snatch your worker's shipment Pull her hair, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it? [Chorus: U-God & (Raekwon)] Projects (My niggas survive, just like a movin' target) Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's..) Projects (Try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin') New York projects (I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin') [Verse 2: Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is TEC-9 Blast at any close encounter of the third kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle my flurry Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coat aimin' at your kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black+Decker hardware, avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer hold down the sector Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow 007 mark — the secret agent that macks well and gets smart Through entertainment Welcome to the killing fields with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggas goin' through changes [Chorus: U-God & (Raekwon)] Projects (My niggas survive, just like a movin' target) Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's..) Projects (Try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin') New York projects (I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin') [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick! It's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs Quick, get on your knees With your sweet pussy, let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three? Your pink lips spreaded and shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb Titties saggin', stomach on some shriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy You screamin' that it's talkin' to you, daddy! Fart's breathin' out your lips, splashin' my dick badly Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightnin' rod bob, black candy cane attached to God Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out like Rémy on the house Watch the teeth when slobbin' my shit, you bit it on the couch Dry pussy lead to friction burns, plus beef I hone The condom broke, bitch, you got AIDS? I'm shakin' in my bones!