[Verse 1: Method Man] Another day another dollar I've got mines and got none to borrow Fuck a role model never had one to follow Lot of cotton mouth rappers I'm a hard one to swallow Here's another hard one to gargle: "Fuck ya life." That's the motto I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato Drug related blunt guns all up in your condo Hater nosy woman why you all up in my combo? Tell these hoes something
[Pre-Hook: Method Man] Look at you killers like you roll something, stole something Gimme my paper 'fore I blow something
[Hook: Method Man] Right now, give me my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) Shady niggas hidin' the loot You see my baby need shoes and the record label tryin' recoup I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit, (Chicka bla-ow) And I mean right now, Gimme my fuckin shit (Chicka bla-ow)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Gun battles, so many chains on the neck Hands and feet, niggas say in shackles Sky-blue terry cloth low pullover Kid tell ya like in 2010 you over Movie's on (yeah) never ran (bust it), borin' me dog Shittin' everywhere cause niggas can't stand it Terminate faggots who violate the square Wu therapy, S.I., We don't fuckin' fear Beef? We can get it on right here And that includes jah little niggas wearing tight gear
[Verse 3: Sun God] Sun God, and that's ya talk? That ain't right there My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear's I'm all right here, the way I move the blow fuck a show You would think it was a All-White Affair Been fuego, more fire here And you see me getting money off the water like a pallbearer there No Newports, Marlboros here Blow smoke after smoke in your face bitch, I ain't never cared Get shot down when the dogs smell fear Let me hold something, look in your face like you owe something
[Pre-Hook: Method Man] Let me hold something, look at you killers like you owe something Stole something, Gimme my paper 'fore I blow something
[Hook: Method Man] Right now Gimme my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) Shady niggas hidin' the loot You see my baby need shoes and the record label tryin' recoup I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit, (Chicka bla-ow) And I mean right now, Gimme my fuckin shit (Chicka bla-ow)
[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] I'm playin for the bucks like Hakeem Warrick Nickel-baggin' the bar, my team on it They want it like that in the street, its dry as a well Hell, that's why I sell crack to the beat I ain't tryin' to just have 'nuff to eat I'm a make a nigga dance even if I got to clap to the beat This is something like lockup, murder behind bars A warrior, my story's defined by my scars 7:30 verbal my words work circles You a jerk boo I'll burn you like your birds do
[Pre-Hook: Method Man] Let me hold something, look at you killers like you owe something Stole something, Gimme my paper 'fore I blow something
[Hook: Method Man] Right now Gimme my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit (Chicka bla-ow) Shady niggas hidin' the loot You see my baby need shoes and the record label tryin' recoup I want it right now Gimme my fuckin' shit, (Chicka bla-ow) And I mean right now, Gimme my fuckin shit (Chicka bla-ow)