Niggaz on the left, brag [bad word] to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag [bad word] to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

This goes back to nineteen..
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
Yeah, good morning to all you [bad word] notty-headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large niggaz [bad word] niggaz [bad word] my body
Bring that [bad word] meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock [bad word] DOWN
As [bad word] and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that [bad word] while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

Verse Two: Method Man

I be that insane [bad word] from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even [bad word] with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that [bad word] one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The [bad word] you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the [bad word] man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox

Verse Three: Inspector Deck

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare [bad word]  get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do [bad word] bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another [bad word] charge when I explode

Verse Four: Ghostface Killer

Slammin a hype [bad word] verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, [bad word] and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat [bad word] Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like [bad word] slave

Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, [bad word] ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a [bad word] thing changed, boy, Protect Ya [bad word] Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbot, [bad word] up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Verse Six: Ol Dirty [bad word] 
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin [bad word] like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty [bad word] VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of [bad word] atcha [bad word] like a sorceress, shootin' that [bad word] 
Niggaz be gettin on my