[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo
I said "ayo"!
Ayo, Ticallion, he at the rap N-double-ACP awards
Give us our fuckin' trophy
We takin' everything (Wu-Tang)
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Method Man]
Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this?
Hittin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin' on my hive
I let the Killa Beez Swarm in
The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman
I could murk your doorman
I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur
Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin' like The Joker
From the lynches and submissions, thе liners and the henchmеn
Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine, it had to rinse 'em
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh)
My thumb's for countin' ones, but this middle is for your feelings
What the Blood Clot? I'm illin', pop stars not civilians
Sick of y'all, not to mention it's shots, amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface Killah, Mol-ova face, it's written
Tell a bo-faced liar about face, and drill 'em, like
They Dean Cane, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutter flows
Then keep 'em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?"
Ayo
I said "ayo"!
Ayo, Ticallion, he at the rap N-double-ACP awards
Give us our fuckin' trophy
We takin' everything (Wu-Tang)
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Method Man]
Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this?
Hittin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin' on my hive
I let the Killa Beez Swarm in
The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman
I could murk your doorman
I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur
Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin' like The Joker
From the lynches and submissions, thе liners and the henchmеn
Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine, it had to rinse 'em
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh)
My thumb's for countin' ones, but this middle is for your feelings
What the Blood Clot? I'm illin', pop stars not civilians
Sick of y'all, not to mention it's shots, amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface Killah, Mol-ova face, it's written
Tell a bo-faced liar about face, and drill 'em, like
They Dean Cane, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutter flows
Then keep 'em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?"
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