[Method Man]
Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
One time.. yo

Never liked son from day one, bring you tool
That [bad word] stick you and play dumb, hate a [bad word] [bad word] 
Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared
For when the [bad word]  this [bad word] scared, shook to death
From a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend
To do you somethin over here, we head huntin
In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin
I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
Crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way
To get my point across, thoughts accelerate
At the same speed, of the muder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my [bad word] Carlton Fisk
See the boss, [bad word] yours, Mr. Meth

[Street Life]
Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it
 [bad word] on Street [bad word]  you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant

 [bad word] One: all

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no [bad word] when you gotta eat, we hold it down

[Inspectah Deck]
I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
One hand holds the head of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain [bad word] 
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM
Get your face blown, might face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem

[Havoc]
I think about a lot of [bad word]  especially when I'm bent
About the foul [bad word] goin on in my life, current event
It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville
Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield
On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still
Never follow beef hey beef follow me
Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets
Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it
I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
Stash my dough secure the funds of profit

[Prodigy]
Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin your time
 [bad word] with my niggas, extrordinary line swishin
Your mind out position, tryin to figure this [bad word] 
Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
Doin this for too long, to [bad word] strong
You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born
Secluded on a distant farm
This is the real world, where niggas get shot and shanked
Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
 [bad word] to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you [bad word]  intense bad luck..

 [bad word] One

Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, [bad word] peace, what?

 [bad word] One

Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, [bad word] peace, peace