{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main Trading route, on the border between the North and South At a small outpost called Red Clay Village} {What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch? Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to, feel it} Yo what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood You find the best woman lookin' good Diamond she need polishin' In my hood, all the gunshot legal At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta I know a few murderer, drug dealer In the hood, we speak mathematics and build What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark Movin' with the Wesson Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson Pussyhole testin', in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat Shorty on the wood Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods It ain't all good, pass the goods Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick throw on the flip Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood? Far from ya Hollywood From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood From project chicks with hips and slim waists From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths O.G., I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood that's where I come from Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood Convicts still live with they mom And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood In the streets the ghetto is hot And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood We make life or death decisions And the school system is like a minimal prison So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin' Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b**** That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls*** Real s***, money come first, and even worse You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t**** So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out No seeds, California w*** have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d***** Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver Or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot Yeah, taking it there, hating who care Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out No seeds, California w*** have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out No seeds, California w*** have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it The rap game won't like me You can tell that a n**** is shiesty If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey Never know your baby boy just might be Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill From the Hill, never ran, never will Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point This is not a rap song, you get clapped on B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell Roll that s*** The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind And I'm moving like my life is on the line For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up You won't need a camera phone to get the picture Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out No seeds, California w*** have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Chorus: P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls P.L.O. style... Verse One: Method Man Here comes the ruckus, the motherfucking ruckus Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatching fuckers Straight from the brain, I'll be givin you the pain, anger Coming from the 36th Chamber, Bang! Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style Shotgun slamming in your chest piece, plow! Brain, is blown all over the terrain Like a man without no arms you can't hang Time for a change of the guard You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you barred For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar I'm the true fist of the North Star! Verse Two: Carlton Fisk, Method Man Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive Guns be clicking, running with my clan we be sticking Whatever, my street family stays together Represent what I invent, Killah Hill Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent The street life is the only life I know I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O... Iranian thoughts are covered like an Arabian Grab the nigga who on the spot and put a nine to his cranium I.can't... get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting Long, unless they get protection, for real Strong, coming with my clan so what's happening Commercial rap, hate it with a passion The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking O.E. all night in a M.P.V. Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing Bitches know the hour it be time for some action P.L.O., peace to that nigga Barryano Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano Chorus

(Inspectah deck) Oh, killah hill, killah killa hill Killah hill, killah killah hill Killah hill, killah killah hill 10304 style, kid, yea For all my d.m.d. rec posse niggaz You out there? is you out there? I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush A dazzlin display if you could get close enough Cold crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with blue and cappadonna Spiderman identity peter parker Crowd pleaser register off the meter Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin the track with both hands Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like chaka khan World wide on the web without the dot com (Chorus) Killa bees live in the place be Burn third degree on the m-i-c So deadly goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the party Say Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec Rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec, rec (Inspectah deck) Yo, killa bees swarmin Protect ya neck! what's the warnin? So, procede with caution, I walk with my swordsmen We all in together, wu-tang forever gon' win >from puerto rico 'cross the caves of berlin Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the wu-tang, you came in when They left the game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher Feather weight contenders surrender T.k.o., first round knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like marco polo Internal bleedin occurs to your photo Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's high noon While police tapes surround the mic room I jump on a live tune, provide the boom Those who consume become faint from the fumes (Chorus)

All I want to be is a shovely bubbly gobbly gook A seagull stole him from his slow mama's hands Aboard the boat, the Sweet Louisa And dropped him in the meadowlands Where wild hyenas taught him how to hunt old elephants So he spent his formative years eating out badunkadunk Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) He traveled across the sea in the belly of a Japanese businessman On a pleasure ship to France And he don't know why she loves him And he don't know why the sun sets but Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Bang pow pow pow ah And her father hated him with the passion of a dying Chinaman He said, "Get him out of here or I'm going to bite off his face" No daddy daddy, don't daddy daddy "Get the fuck out of my house" No daddy daddy, don't daddy daddy "This is my house, my house" Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman) Fee fi fo fum (I smell the blood of an Englishman)

You wish you were stronger You'd learn to love to be alone You're always running into the arms of disaster You wish you were smarter You'd sink your hopes with a stone You're always running into the arms of desire If I could change it all I would But I can't Heal the hurt that weighs you down But I can't Make some sense out of this world But I can't We used to dream We'd somehow always Land on our feet Despite all the distance No matter the tension Like cats entwined in heat Maybe I waited far too long Maybe I waded far too deep Maybe I waited far too long Waiting for the nights to right the I wish I was crueler I'd slash the throat of my god 'Cause I'm always running into the arms of disaster I wish I was colder I'd shiv myself in the yard 'Cause I'm always running into the arms of desire If I could change it all I would But I can't Heal the hurt that keeps us bound But I can't Make some sense out of this crazy world But I can't We used to dream We'd somehow always Land on our feet Despite all the distance No matter the tension Like cats entwined in heat We used to dream We'd somehow always Land on our feet Maybe I waited far too long Maybe I waded far too deep Maybe I waited far too long Waiting for the night to right the If I could change it all I would

We a bun bad mind, but we hypocrites can stay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) So we draw our line (Christian dip) And tell Satan scubaay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) Kiss di cross and touch di sky (Christian dip, revival dip) All bad mind ting must stop, we a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) We a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) A wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi Rebuke dem (Alright) Rebuke dem (Weh yuh seh) Dem nuh like we and we nuh like dem (Alright) Rebuke dem (Alright) Rebuke dem (Everybody) Dem nuh like we and we nuh like dem Trample dem (Alright) Trample dem (Trample dem) We nuh care if a devil send dem (Weh yuh seh?) Trample dem (Alright) Trample dem We nuh care if a devil send dem Everybody God time (God time) God time Mi waan see everybody hold di God line God time, God time, If yuh a Satan please don't join (Don't join) Praise di Lord (Praise di Lord) Praise di Lord (Praise di lord) Praise di man although time hard (Praise di lord) Praise di Lord, praise di Lord Nuh Devil worship a caan come inna we heart We a bun bad mind, but we hypocrites can stay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) So we draw our line (Christian dip) And tell Satan scubaay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) Kiss di cross and touch di sky (Christian dip, revival dip) All bad mind ting must stop, we a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) We a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) A wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi Any weapon shall rise against we shall fall Brimstone fire weh mi put ova yuh wall Fadda God tell mi fi preach it like Paul Slew Eden like Goliath and Saul (Mi caan believe) Smallas mek mi tree fall (Rain or fall) And ansa God call Mek a joyful night to di Lord And to di Lord mek a joyful noise Heard dat well inna secret place Of di most high shall forever live or dem a die Passion of the Christ dat mek mi start cry (Inna Sean) Weh mi see a Peter denied Judah betray di most high Dats why mi nuh beg fren and frenship mi nuh buy Nuff a dem a miss di well until it run dry Keep it jiggy mi a look to di sky, scubaay We a bun bad mind, but we hypocrites can stay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) So we draw our line (Christian dip) And tell Satan scubaay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) Kiss di cross and touch di sky (Christian dip, revival dip) All bad mind ting must stop, we a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) We a bun out bad mind (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) A wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi, wedi Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind Yuh too bad mind, we bun bad mind (Alright, alright, Christian dip) Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind Yuh too bad mind, yeah yuh too bad mind (Christian dip, Christian dip, Christian dip, Christian dip) Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind Yuh too bad mind, so we bun bad mind (Shankle dip, shankle dip, shankle dip, shankle dip) Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind (Inna di spirit, inna di spirit, hallelujah) We a bun bad mind, but we hypocrites can stay (Yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind, yuh too bad mind) So we draw our line (Christian dip) And tell Satan scubaay