Yeah, yeah, I love Math

Yeah, yo, yo Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?

Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?

Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz

Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly

And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me

Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top

I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green

Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?

Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****

Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers

Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours

This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw

Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa

Hurting them, pa Up from the 36, back on that bulls***

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** Up from the 36, back on that bulls***

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math

Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me

Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift

Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers

Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V

Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E

It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds

Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head

And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread

You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk

The mean streets for paused types callers are read

Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident

Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds Up from the 36, back on that bulls***

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** Up from the 36, back on that bulls***

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest

Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest

Put the chest to the back of your vest

Trap your packet, take the money and jet N****z posted, but you posing no threat

Punk, you p**** like the opposite ***

Front, see how many shots you will get

I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect I'm just a man to respect

Watch your step, son, your funeral's next

Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck

The other hand is attached to the tech Your next move could mean life or death

Make move, take baby steps

Hold that thought, n****, save your breath

We hold courts in the streets we rep

For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s***** Up from the 36, back on that bulls***

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***