Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah      Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise, tranqulise   Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface   (C'mon)   Raekwon, Meth      See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex   Select paper and invade all the illest niggas   Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'   Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho   All niggas eatin'   (Woah)      Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law   Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores   On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder   Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design   My niggas might find ya      Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on park   They way his Clarks look, niggas on top it   Movin' out, colored Durangos switch to me, broke   That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats   All rich niggas with the same coke      You can catch us cruisin' all on a ship   Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a bitch   How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix   (Ultimate, ultimate)   Wu shit, my whole click   (Ultimate, ultimate)      Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love   Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs   And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose   Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's      Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?   Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'   Mashin', the latest fashion   Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins      All N Together, together for worship better   Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical   Rock, skate, roll, bounce   I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out      All magazine's lit, the fly life we live   The lingo is to let y'all niggas know   High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex   Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu wanted sent      I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics   Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics   (You betta)   Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics   Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics   (Come on, come on)      And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle   I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you   I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too   I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too   Without a paintbrush too      Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea   Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a rock   [Unverified] be beamed up behind the stove   Askin' how Maria pop Leah   Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer      From Star's Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya   Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion   When yo' head hit the meter   You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder   Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer   James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter      Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features   Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher   At the prayer with the preacher   I get skeet in the bleachers      And your girl, I might eat her   I'm a lover, not a biter   (Well, yeah)   I still catch her for a piece      He's as good as the rest of 'em   And as bad as the worst   So don't hate me   You'd better move over, yeah   (Yeah, yeah)   Eah, fuckin' idiots      Yo, uh, uh, wallets motherfuckers   That's right, all my shit is bulletproof   Stoop for the bulletproof   (Yeah)   Yeah, Projects   (Yeah)      Bulletproof wallets   (DJ, DJ)   On yo' ass nigga, you heard?   Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance   Stadio, one-three   Word up, ya now dead