No man all bitches are the same   Just like my hoes, you know   I keep 'em broke   Wake up one mornin' with some money   They're subject to go crazy you know?   I keep 'em lookin' good, pretty and all that   You know, but no dough   When I get a bitch, I get a bitch   (Right on)      Word up, that motherfuckin' brother wise   You know what I'm sayin'? Teachin' the uncivilized   Yeah, runnin' the streets, know it's deep   Word up, check his technique, yeah   I be Ghostface   Flippin' the marvelous track, yeah   You know the steelo, but yo, yo   Check the bangin' sounds that I invent      Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went   They couldn't match up with the fly nigga   With his back against the wall   Heads clapped once I came in the door   I played the speaker, sippin' on Kahlua   Saw this bad bitch with a switch   And yo, I had to step to her in a manner   And rather wished the current was warm      When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on   Please, excuse me, allow to introduce myself   Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf   Yo, what's your name hon'? Hair wrapped up in a bun   Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun   Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em   Especially, when you're browsin', goin' fishin'   Your wasteline, bangin' like a baseline      Physical form is well complexed   And yo, I love your outline, boo   Your whole body is wild, with your rugged profile   Enough to make a hard rock smile   You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong?   You rockin' labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne   Show me some love hon', show me some love boo   Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through      Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret   And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it   Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash   Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass   Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust   And yo, your stee is high potent, yo   We can go the distance, I put you under wings   From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings      I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted   I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it   Word up, yo, straight up and down yo   Check the joint, baby   It be the Wu-Tang production   Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit   And brothers catchin' repercussions   Yo, straight up