Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time Play the mall, starin at your bird of all sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don’t even ask pa, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat My shit bad, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand in the bottle Bitch math is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code ‘Rique, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi’s though, hundred dollar bags valley That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley Yo the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it’s so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spend obnoxious You can’t knock this, bust a shot you better not miss X-1 wild out, and make you watch this ’til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets I toss the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin soft and sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don’t waste mine Expose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I’m blowin your set Hanging ball heads, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Milli-arm, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form Bringin’ the storm, forseein’ you warned Nuttin keepin’ me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I’m on? Creepin’ outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man! Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash And splash yo’ class, mash your staff, What?! Nigga get smacked, you ain’t worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get murked, you front in the wrong circle punk! Mack clever niggas dat regga’ Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and won’t miss you Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in your ass Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap Yo we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars Killa Sin known for makin niggas reach for the stars The terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid? First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man! Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat? It’s John John. Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back? I got your back cousin. I got the mack-dozen And when them niggas start jumpin, bust back cousin Cause it’s a new year, time for some new shit Nowadays rappers dyin’ over music Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin’ songs For survival, duckin’ homicidal, you rivals Yeah yeah! Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang Chitty-bang-bang. Chitty-chitty-bang-bang Hot Nix’ spit flame, lava pump through my veins Caught in the zone, home on the range Aiyyo you rang on ferocious, atrocious We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala… Dope shit! Eight ball in the corner pocket. We snatch wallets Off the white collared. The Big Apple forever rotted Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix’ So what the bumbaclot?! Pop shit, we do the knowledge To shark niggas, once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin’ Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens Yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers Belive Dat! My moms don’t raise no suckers I slap rappers, turn ’em into singers Touch somethin’ of mine and you’ll have Nine fingaz! Enough said, let’s paint this whole fuckin’ town red And RIP… They whole crew to a shred! I got cold blood. I pull yo’ plug. I hold, bust! Show no love. I’m so bugged. Shoot yo’ home up And shoot up the whole club. We throw slugs You ain’t no thug! First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst First things first man, you’re *fuckin’* with the worst You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on a man! Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Onyx! Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Onyx!