featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1

wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)

[Raekwon]

eh yo

staircases to stage now major waves tanktop

nautica flippin your daughter 30 ways

yeah who want mine bent outta shape one time

play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine

watch my shit shit niggaz in the back wigs lit

you know the stats god niggaz in the back backs lit

war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats

spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat

my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat

plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that

yo, fedrados rock my man, yo

300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow

my techinique, roller in the road, gold league

you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat

rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though

that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley

[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]

yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this

heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless

rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious

you knock this, bust a shot

don't miss, you better knock this

(x-1 while out and watch this

til your eyes turn red with blotches

eatin scraps out the garbage

unload a cartridge and bust a cap

x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets

bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest

blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)

i cross the heat from across the street

fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet

street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine

dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time

lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out

on the dance f