G’d Up Wu-Tang Clan (Ft. Method Man, Mzee Jones & R-Mean)

[Intro: Method Man]
Allah Math, dig it

[Verse 1: Method Man]
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit
See, I'm the witted but like my daddy, no different
A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go wit'cha
Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter
You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA
'Cause at the end of the day
I'm a problem, boy, stay out of my way
Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face