Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it   Even if, you're shocked by it   Me and you, lost when you do it   By myself, better off bein' you      Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K   Norther lights, yeah, stick 'em   Uh, ah, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll   Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I.   Better known as the crooked letter I come on, self service      Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn   Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return   Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn   Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn   Your only as good as your last hit   Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it      I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets   Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes   We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound   You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked   Y'all niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around   The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked      What part of the game is this?   I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga   So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga   Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter   I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk   Then daddy might get him some tonight      Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics   Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right   Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city   To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty   Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty   Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties      And I ain't even got to say my name   I got this duck wit' her legs up like, "Say my name, trick"   You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same   I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame   It's raw, sushi, stain' in your drawers, dooky   Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie      That like to pop snoopy, think she gonna pop coochie   Just 'cause you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie   Girl, I tell it like a T I N   Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids   Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit' you      My money's celebrate, honey and we ain't fuckin' wit' you   I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy   Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy   There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even   With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even      Yeah, that's it   Yeah, Method Man has just left   The muthafuckin' building