Uh, yeah, y'all, guess whose back?

Heh, cauli' flavored, momma crack

Yeah, yeah, Scott Storch, Mr. M E F

Know what I said, black people don't use the T-H

Yo, yo, yo Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low

Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go

Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high

Y'all gotta love it when the track go Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M E F Man

Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death

And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man

Rap C.E.O. minus the yes man I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map

Like f*** y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night

As I brush off you my shoulder, that's right

My n**** Scott Storch keep bringing it back like Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it

Been there, did it, s***ted and wiped my a** with it

These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it

If they ain't got the s***, they'll never get it Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese

Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez

Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s

With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same

Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game

Is it me or the industry that really got to change

Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now

Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now

F*** with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned

You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn And and I'm that dude, ahh choo and allergic to wack jewels

Blast if I have to and y'all don't give me no hassle

Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural

Make hard beats pound like the track do If you ask me, this raspy voice n**** is nasty

Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy

That's f***ed, that's us, n***** know where to catch me

At 1-800 Get At Me My flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jihad

It's the head n**** in charge, Meth, back on the job

Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard

And when they reminiscence over Wu, my God Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese

Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez

Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s

With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same

Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game

Is it me or the industry that really got to change

Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name Until these rap n***** stepped up, checked up

Man, this game is messed up, next up, you know what it is

Don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up

And I don't mean to beat you in the head but When you spit that, forget that, I eat these n***** food

And the s*** wrapped, where Cliff at?

Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his s*** back

The gift back sign. sealed, delivered and gift wrapped

And when you hear that click-clack That's real talk, some n***** will talk to the cops

Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks

And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig

You still pork and money is still forced Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved

All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves

But that's cool 'cause I'ma make it do what it do

With this W, like I can I get a "Suu" motherf******? Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese

Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez

Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s

With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same

Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game

Is it me or the industry that really got to change

Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name W T R B

Wu-Tang Radio B****