[Intro: sample]  "Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it  Even if, your shocked by it  Me and you, lost when you do it  By myself, better off bein' you"    [Intro: Method Man]  Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K  Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!  Uh, ahhh, 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    [Method Man]  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  Ya'll 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 gon' pop coochie  Just cuz 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 celebate, 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    [Outro: Method Man]  Yeah, that's it  Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building