[bad word] (2x): ~Inspectah Deck~]
 When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
 La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
 So salute, and toast to the best who done it
 Murder rap [bad word]  I spit, for the vets who love it

 [Raekwon:]
 By the time you read this letter
 Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
 And I'mma be in bed like holders
 Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
 I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby
 See me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe with me
 All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
 [bad word] robe on with rings, walking to the throne
 Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live alone though
 Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
 Only just to blind you and leave ya
 These young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
 Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me with flames
 Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics
 Some died, live in the action
 live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
 Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child

 [Repeat [bad word] ]

 [Inspectah Deck:]
 Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
 Legend in the flesh and I rep New York
 Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang
 Knockout specialist, in and out the ring
 Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens
 And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes
 You know how I speaks the [bad word]  how I teach the youth
 I'm an animal, I beast the booth
 Been grinding, banging out for food to eat
 Your boy still eating good, check my new physique
 Since the world is mine, I'mma write my name on the clouds
 So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow

 [Masta Killa:]
 Now he's an old Mafia don, from back when
 He managed to survive the game, ducking fame
 It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced
 Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded
 While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
 And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract
 From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
 He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
 Came home from prison stashing, still stacking
 His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing
 Hands quick, nice with his [bad word]  three holy foods
 Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'mma rebel
 Here to [bad word] private soldiers to buck arms
 Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
 It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring