[Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4). [U-God]. Blood money mercenaries think you can muscle Wu?. It's a foot race who can out-hustle who?. Hip hop junkie flunky monkey see monkey do. Great minds connect like mobster rings. Sit back let me do my Sinatra thing. I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame on the wall is the plaques. Old ball and chain I named her Madam X. She love big cannons sex unprotected. You better respect it kid we 'bout to set trip. You get ya neck ripped eyeballs are scoping. I don't sell crack I sell dopium. Catch him at the podium nah he moving too fast. Professor X behind the bulletproof glass. You need a Wu pass a bag of that high. Easy with the flicks baby I'm camera shy. [Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4). [Cappadonna]. We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's. We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese. Got our face on the front of CD's we off the hook. W.T.C. y'all soft and shook. Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM. And back heads down every time we sing. Give us a hundred grand for a show let us rock. For more money more chicks more private stock. [Streetlife]. They call me Streetlife slap the taste. Out ya mug know ya place you ain't thug fix ya face. Throw a slug catch a case. Meanwhile beat trial back on that cash cow. Getting CREAM however a street brother know how. Point blank I'm pulling rank calling shot I got bank. Pass the rock my hand's hot hit 'em with the showshotter. Peace to my ala mater Wu-Tang block scholars. Never settle for less promoters pay us top dollar. [Hook: Method Man] + (George Clinton). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (Eastside Westside). Get that money God keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4). [Outro: George Clinton]. The Clan'll talk Calabama niggaz all'll quit. Talking that short dick shit we was s'posed to be cool. Only the clue's on the other end of the stick. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo. Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock. Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock. Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. Ya mother's so cross-eyed when she cry tears roll down her back. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. {*coughs*} This shit is strong god damn what you got in there?. Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo. Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat. Somebody let the monkeys out the cage. Ya mother's so cross-eyed when she cry tears roll down her back. Calabama niggaz all'll quit. Talking that short dick shit. Speak up no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud. Venacular ass kicking truth got there in crowd. Shit they call me the lethal lip. The linguistic full metal jacket of venacular ballistic. Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec. Here's a mothafucka I didn't flunk diaper rash. I'm verbally toxic metal-piercing forked hollow point tongue. Dum dum pow shot from gattling gums. Hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary. Malicious with malice and mayhem. Fuck a dictionary give me the mic and I'll slay. Them and literally poetic symptoms. Pissing me the fuck off missing me with that shit. I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass. You won't be able to pass verbal gas. So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head. And you drown of a poetic ass kicking. Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs from a verbal hangnail. That hung on my big toe as I flow upward. Kicking yo on ya eardrum you wanna hear some?. Tap dance on ya tonsils leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath. Cavity in ya best rhyme and I'm the access on the rest. Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist. With the drill I got lyrical skills. I could perform oral root canals. It's unwise to fuck with me. Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat. Leaving you to choke. On where it hurts unspoken vocals. Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight. With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids. Fuck the dumb shit...